Nobody had ever really paid a lot of attention to the little town of Booming Bay; it was nestled up close to the waters of a large lake, no more than a couple hundred survivors eking out a living fishing and foraging. Two things had finally put the town on the map - several wealthy and skilled survivors had settled in the town in a 'retirement' which began a local economic boom, and the ambitions of one Elias Frank, a local Grave Enthusiast, had finally found investors for his budding necrological projects in the outer districts of Crossbones. Dozens upon dozens of necroinfluencers had been arriving to the town in carefully-packed crates bearing the ☠ mark alongside others of infectious material and herbs, all ear-marked for the performance of Pallor Mortises and death brews. Restoring the lost infection of noted townsfolk had become a priority, and watching these events had become something akin to a twisted form of entertainment. Graverobbers and others flocked to the town's new industry.

And beneath them, the Mortis Amaranthine, starved for so long and still suffering from events in the fairly close territory of Crossbones, stirred...