The city of Blackhold stands at the border of the nation of Strad and the Frozen North, a vast unexplored wasteland. It functions as the backbone of defense against the Black Crusade, an unending influx of undead and otherworldly horrors. Historically they are unorganized and sparse. But as of recent they have amassed into an unholy semblance of an army under the banner of an unknown leader. Putting the city into a siege under the weight of thousands of the recently risen. Now in the dark recesses of the castle dungeons sits rotting some of the worst criminals in Blackhold history, who might now be the City's only hope.