Followers of the Dark Prince

Amid the flames that filled the sky.

A hint of crimson appeared over Athkatla. The wealth that had accumulated here over countless years, steeped in sin, was ultimately transformed by the evil power of the Abyss into a blood-red beam of light that shot into the heavens. In Faerun, people's actions resonated in unseen ways. For some reason, these supernatural forces had gathered on their own, turning the entire sky blood-red.

Athkatla had never been a kind place. The only standard of worth here was the pursuit of money. A philosopher once said that gold was the remnant of barbarism, that every gram of gold was soaked in blood! So never think merchants were good people. In truth, the darkness hidden within Athkatla ran deeper than that of Calimport, and was even more revolting! It was merely concealed well by those in power—until now, when everything erupted!

For a long time, the ordinary people of this city had worked for evil men. They transported goods for them, guarded their contraband, and concealed their crimes. By Faerun's standards of good and evil, they might not have been evil themselves, but they leaned toward evil. They all occupied a gray area. These people walked between goodness and evil; perhaps they did not realize they were committing crimes, but they were still part of evil.

Evil, chaos, slaughter, rage, fear, wailing, hatred, destruction, madness.

These things had thoroughly transformed the entire city into a city of hell! What this city had done in the past had brought fitting punishment upon every one of its inhabitants! All negative emotions were the finest foundation for demons to descend upon the world. In fact, the darkness hidden in this city had always, deliberately or otherwise, drawn evil creatures toward it. Otherwise, Athkatla would not have had