No living soul would say Myers was a good man. Yet many a corpse would attest how good he was with a blade. Nine years ago Myers rode with a band of ruthless outlaws. Killers, reavers, and worse. After being pitted against an evil equal to their own, the survivors went their separate ways. Now is the time for reunions. In this life there are tolls to be paid. Spirits to answer to. In this tale of decay there are no heroes. Only suffering, sorrow, and strife.