It is the year 882 of the Imperium. The Empire holds sway over every land that survived the long-ago cataclysm, fueled by Duskwall's leviathan hunting ports and led by Imperial City's brilliance. The Immortal Emperor, may he reign a thousand lifetimes, guides his citizens into a new era of technology, culture, and prosperity.
Prosperity for some, anyway. The Empire remains as it always has: a society where those with wealth and power do everything to protect what they have and take more than they need, while everyone else is left to fight over the scraps. In Imperial City, skyscrapers reflect the constant glow of the lightning barriers, while criminals race electroplasm-fueled cars through the streets, bringing their drugs and drinks to clubs where citizens dance in the dark. Art, music, architecture, debt, and crime are all exploding across the city, while ghosts, demons, and the looming threat of war lurk at the fringes.
Amid the glitz and glamour, the desperation and drive, comes a new band of criminals looking to make their mark on the city. Will they succeed where so many others have failed? Or will they crumble, not even remembered as a cautionary tale?
Only one way to find out.