The Blight

The Blight is a city; a vast corpulent, mad, ugly thing, but it is so much more than that. Its veins seep into other places, drawn across the Between, which rips at its fabric and tosses it about like a child throwing a ball.   You might find a curiosity shop from the Blight crammed amongst the mighty tenements of some other city, a horrific character staggering along the streets of an otherwise normal town, or perhaps even a whole block perched within another city like a cuckoo in a nest.   Her polite name is Castorhage; named after the grotesque Royal Family that rules here, a family even worse than those who would depose them. Castorhage has been called lots of other names, and other oaths have been flung at her and her constituent filthy, chymic poisoned parts.   From Sister Lyme to the chaos of Toiltown, through the throttling alleyways of the Jumble to the airy madness of the Hollow and Broken Hills, every facet has a story, and every story a dark edge.   Yes, the Blight is a place, but it is a place that touches others, like a cancer, suddenly infesting a brighter place and poisoning it.   There is no escaping its touch, and once it draws you in, you may never escape.   Welcome …