It is the year 1837, and you’re on a small boat drifting down the Mississippi on its route towards what was once Louisiana. Your only companions on this journey are your pack bulging with supplies and the churning waters of the river. A few years ago you might’ve hitched a ride on a steamboat down to the south, but ever since the Devil’s Grasp encircled Louisiana and Texas two years ago, the only people heading this direction are the insane, heathens, and escaped slaves and criminals. Which begs the question: which are you?
>A father of the Church, excommunicated for the sin of lying with a bride of God and nearly arrested for the false accusation of rape from your former lover. Your faith in the Almighty is still strong, but in your fellow man? Not so much. When the government offered you a new life in exchange for scouting deep into the heart of the Devil’s Grasp, you took the chance readily.
>For most, the Devil’s Grasp was a nightmare, but for Andrew Jackson, in his pondering of the “Indian problem,” it was a godsend. You are of the Muskogee, and once the Devil’s Grasp opened it didn’t take long for the American government to sign the orders for your “relocation”. When your people attempted to resist, almost everyone you knew was slaughtered, and the survivors herded into the Devil’s Grasp, hurt, alone, and utterly lost.
>You were a stage magician and con man playing the role of the negro sorceror in a circus down in Lousiana. And yet, when the Devil’s Grasp opened, the pendant given to you by your grandmother started acting real strange and you found yourself with some real magic of your own. An accident from when you were still experimenting with your new found powers landed you into some real trouble, and you figured the only way to get to the bottom of this was to follow the source of your sorcerous abilities.