The Massachusetts seaside village has seen its better days. What remains is a ruined and rotting collection of buildings teetering on the brink of collapse. The scent of fish permeates the air. Trench coated villagers prowl dark allies and side streets. They gather in the night on the village wharf while lantern light flickers off the coast on the craggy cliffs of Devil Reef. Unholy cacophonous sounds echo from the Hall of the Esoteric Order of Dagon on New Church Green. Yes, there's something unholy about the village, a malignancy dark and mysterious that its inhabitants seem to guard closely from outsiders. Fair warning...do not delve too deeply into their affairs else you may be begging for a swift and merciful death.