Six centuries have passed since the last pestilence almost consumed the race of Men. The Royal Order of Coroners has stood as a bastion of peace against the horrors that plague the Kingdom of Solarno. Now, on the eve of Harvest season, a rolling wall of dark, ominous clouds reaches the Border-realm. Bringing a turbid fog that blocks out the sun and sours the land. A blood moon rises in a pitch-black, fog-laden night. Along with it a horde of unsightly beasts. Riding out to meet the storm is a single coroner, Resurrectionist Paolo Rever. The Coroner is the last sentinel standing between the innocent people of the realm and a bestial pestilence of murder and melancholy. Justice must be served, and order must be restored. Be it by flame or by cold forged steel.
Six centuries have passed since the last pestilence almost consumed the race of Men. The Royal Order of Coroners has stood as a bastion of peace against the horrors that plague the Kingdom of Solarno. Now, on the eve of Harvest season, a rolling wall of dark, ominous clouds reaches the Border-realm. Bringing a turbid fog that blocks out the sun and sours the land. A blood moon rises in a pitch-black, fog-laden night. Along with it a horde of unsightly beasts. Riding out to meet the storm is a single coroner, Resurrectionist Paolo Rever. The Coroner is the last sentinel standing between the innocent people of the realm and a bestial pestilence of murder and melancholy. Justice must be served, and order must be restored. Be it by flame or by cold forged steel.