“As if there wasn't enough, The Punishment, sad jester, in other worlds picks fears, to graft them onto The Excess.” Thus sang Morte-Mirette, bardess and soulographer, speaking of this handful of alleys in the northeast of the Terrace. It is clear that in this district there is a significant number of strange strangers, lost creatures and even more lost humanoids, who claim they do not know the Holy City and that they arrived as castaways from another world, one foggy evening or the day after a binge.

The proportion of horned men or large skinny beasts hidden in the attics is such that a group of fanatics, half militiamen half slavers, have set out to hunt the most twisted of the “arrivals”. Under the orders of a certain Earl Zaroff, this secret group allegedly kidnaps, pursues and stuffs all creatures, sentient or not, that are exotic enough to please them.