The Great Pandemonium: Nobilitas Obligat

“Care to find out why you're a fatherless son of a bitch?”

That was the question posed to Drystan the night before he was to again swear his undying loyalty to the Church of Junan and join the ranks of the Inquisition, tasked with investigating, hunting down, and placing on trial witches and heretics alike. The woman asking it was an Inferi, a member of the infamous Antenox, an order of enigmatic men and women who hunted down heretics of a different sort.

It may have simply been because he was drunk that night—four flagons of ale on a fasting stomach made men do some awfully stupid things. Or perhaps it was that he really had, after seventeen years of not caring at all, developed an interest in finding out why he had been abandoned on the doorstep of a Rectory as a newborn babe. Either way, Drystan dropped everything, boarded the first boat he had ever ridden in his life, and never looked back.

He arrived at his ancestral home and found it in the thrall of a man with a perverse fascination with re-stringing the threads of life itself. Neither the Inferi hunting the madman nor Drystan himself could have predicted that would happen when the ever-apathetic Inquisitor recruit decided to join them in their hunt into the city of the dead and beyond.