Dark winds howl across the barren wastes of the Shadowlands...
Those brave and foolish enough to venture beyond the Kaiu Wall sometimes imagine they hear laughter ring across the obsidian plains. They say that the land itself has eyes, that it watches them, waiting for any mistake, waiting for the chance to bring them into its embrace forever. They are correct.
A new Lord of the Shadowlands reigns over the Festering Pit, and at his command march thousands of samurai. These are not the undead abominations who served Fu Leng in ages past, but living samurai - men and women corrupted at the Battle of Volturnum as well as a generation born in the dark lands. They are samurai who have known nothing but the Dark Lord's favor. They are beyond redemption, their palaces and cities a brutal mockery of the courts of Rokugan.
They call to you.
The Shadowlands' siren song, invites all to enter the embrace of the new Dark Lord. Those who answer the call will be rewarded with power beyond imagining, but those who do not act swiftly will become slaves for those who seize power first. The Dark Lord commands you. He offers your every desire. He demands nothing but obedience.
Already he has proven his strength. Toturi lies dead, an Emperor's act of defiance serving to do nothing but divide his children, fracturing g the Empire.
The Dark Lord will be denied no longer. he will accept no failure. Now is the season of Shadowlands. This will be a tale of corruption.