The Lord of Rot
There is a disease running through the world. They call it the rot. A world were people can get stronger by simply getting sicker. A dystopian future, a dilapidated wasteland, and many more things. A slow start which gains momentum. A mysterious background, a world of deities and contracts, of crazed animalistic monsters infested by the same rot. The only salvation known to Konrad are the facilities, run by the Church Lords. Him, entering a world of rot, deities of bygone eras and forbidden knowledge. A harrowing tale unfolds, with he who never knew anything but the Doctrine faces a world of terror. Will he survive and perhaps thrive?
Where it came from, or where it would go—these remain a mystery. And albeit an issue, it was much easier for the people of the earth to submit to the fear, rather than attempt to conquer whatever terrifying thing lay on the other side - they knew its futility. Some would yell, some would cry - all would pray to the earth beneath them, and the heavens above them. A deity would listen, heed their words. Who was it that heard them?
