The predicted "end" has come and gone. As many have predicted, the world as we all knew it ended. It didn't happen in one day, and neither was it one thing. The ice caps melted and the sea rushed in, so people fled inward. Bombs rained down from the skies, but people found shelter. Governments fell and order collapsed, so people adapted to the new hostile world or died. Regardless of the many tragedies, humankind proved to be a real son-of-a-bitch to kill.
Gangs, cults, and factions rose, fighting each other for power and control. Among these groups was the League of Bastards, a cult/gang where each member was ultimately out for themselves, but all dedicated their time to perfecting themselves in combat and other skills, thus achieving an edge over the other gangs.
You awake in the basement of a church, lit by many candles. All you remember before now is being tied and executed with a few others in a church graveyard by people wearing ornate masks. Well...you remember that, and that you are a Bastard.
Gangs, cults, and factions rose, fighting each other for power and control. Among these groups was the League of Bastards, a cult/gang where each member was ultimately out for themselves, but all dedicated their time to perfecting themselves in combat and other skills, thus achieving an edge over the other gangs.
You awake in the basement of a church, lit by many candles. All you remember before now is being tied and executed with a few others in a church graveyard by people wearing ornate masks. Well...you remember that, and that you are a Bastard.