Somewhere, in a sea of black with no end nor fathomable floor, there lies lands of darkness and woe. Some nights fall darker than others, and the days are short. Things born of the inky sea terrorize the living things and peoples of the land. Kingdoms war with each other, Black-clad pilgrims go about their cryptic business, the perceived wicked are burned at stakes. The Ink rises ever higher. Seldom is a happy ending in this world of black and graves.