The Warehouse of Master Velvet

The stairway leads deeper into the city than you thought possible, and with each level the air grows colder. Gilded goblets and stolen paintings adorn the walls, showpieces of a guild that takes whatever it wants. Hinges click in the dark, traps no one should know of.

A prize has been stolen that was forbidden ground even for the thieves' guild, and now the underworld is ablaze. Within the guild walls three factions vie for power: De Meester met de Fluwelen Handschoenen with his smile that lingers a beat too long, an ambitious lieutenant, and a secret third party pulling strings from outside. Two of them are traitors, and you have arrived just in time to be the spark that blows it all apart.

You move through a warehouse full of false bottoms: hidden walls, listening pipes, masked balls, and back rooms where deals are struck and broken. You can lie, sneak, blackmail, or fight, and every faction offers you a pact they have no intention of keeping. Who you trust decides who stabs you in the back.

At the table strewn with dice waits De Meester met de Fluwelen Handschoenen, and the stolen prize proves to be the key to his whole empire, or to its downfall. When the factions fly at each other's throats, you must choose who falls and who will rule the harbor, in a climax of betrayal, steel, and collapsing secrets below the waterline.