From the introduction: BleakStone City is the shining pearl of BloodStone Isle: Beautiful white walls and towering ramparts, regal and standing strong in opposition to the perils of the Accused Isle. This is what the Æthenra believe, blind to the truth of what BleakStone has become. The city is crumbling, figuratively and literally. Facades are weakening from a lack of upkeep and the streets are cracked and pockmarked with potholes. Once verdant gardens and trees that lined the avenues sadly mirror the city’s fallen state. The populace moves through the necessities of their lives, from home to work, to market, to church. In BleakStone, everyone has an angle, and that one person that can be trusted is likely the last person that should be trusted. The city is unknowingly in its death rattle, to the ignorance and indifference of all but a few.