St. Peregrine's They Say You Need Your Friends In A Cold World...

They say it's a cold world, and nowhere is that more true than the city of St. Peregrine's.

    Some three decades ago, during The Scholars' War, winter came to St. Peregrine's...and just stayed. The city sits in the eye of a deadly storm, and swirling clouds blot out the sun, making day into night and nights longer and colder than they have any right to be. What was once a solid city of cobblestones, factories, pleasure parks, shops, and hansom cabs has become a shifting sliding labyrinth. Those who dare walk its byways navigate by inference and metaphor, using emotions as landmarks and whispers as signposts.   The deadly blizzard which cut the city off from the rest of the world seems to have broken open gates to a different world. Fissures appeared a few places around the city, great black chasms from which issued befuddled and saturnine citizenry that the good folk of St. Peregrine's called "Devils" – a name they have embraced.