Welcome to Hell, Stranger
Queens, kings, tribes and empires used to call this land Promise. With lush fields and plentiful timber, wild game, spices, precious stones and gold aplenty, it set off a whole rush of ships coming to stake a claim. After all, whoever used to live here was all gone—even left their cities for settlers to move right in.
But that was before the Gravedigger came along. There was a night that lasted all winter long, and when the sun rose again, it was red and bloody as the crowns of the kings she killed. There's no help coming from the old country, and the land we were eager to claim for ourselves has turned into a barren waste, ruled by the dead. Nobody calls it Promise any more. Welcome to Perdition Flats.