Swyvers

Corrupt officials, impending war, rogue wizards, monsters below and nobles above. Violence is as thick as the fog in Swyvers, nothing is sacred and it's always pouring!

The Smoke is the world's largest city, the beating heart of an empire. It's dirty and stretches like a burst pustule left open to weep beside the iron-gray sea. It has a name, but only nobles and erudite readers know it. Underneath lies Midden - the interconnected passages of built-up streets, basements, tombs and hidden lairs where criminals hide, beasts squat and lost wealth resides.

An enterprising man armed with a sledgehammer can venture out in any direction, but what he finds won't necessarily please him. There are corpse thieves, cellar breakers and enterprising businessmen who are shunned in sunny places. The wealthy of the Smoke honor their dead with elaborate crypts, whose gloomy edifices increasingly encroach on the slums. Smoke trap-makers make good business out of their art, and fences keep the money flowing thanks to enterprising grave robbers.