For the people of Darkmoore, Death is not just a figurative concept. It lives in a castle, in Death valley not far from the city and every few centuries, Death has enough and goes on strike. At these times, shade creatures known only as Death's messengers, swarm throughout the city, apologising for the delay and informing people of their imminent demise, at the end of the strike. The city waits, unable to die, to fall unconcious, even unable to sleep.
For some the time is a gift, allowing them to make ammends and say goodbye to their loved ones, for others it's a curse, as all they want is an end to their pain...
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