Shadow Syndicate. A name spoken only in whispers, if spoken at all. What once began as the Tataviam Wolves has been consumed—devoured by time, treachery, and blood-soaked evolution. The betrayal of a co-leader shattered the old ways. From the wreckage, something far more dangerous emerged. Something that cannot be reasoned with. Something that does not forget.

They are not a group. They are a presence. An infection spreading quietly beneath the surface of the city—unseen, untraceable, unstoppable.

Their numbers are a mystery. A rumor. A shadow of a shadow. No one knows how many walk among us... or how many watch from the dark. You won’t hear them coming. You won’t know they were there. But by the time their work is done, all that remains is silence—and fear.

Their services aren’t offered. They’re imposed. Payment isn’t requested. It’s demanded.

Their ultimate goal? Not yours to understand.
It isn’t profit. It isn’t power. It’s something older. Something inevitable.
Something you can feel creeping up your spine when you know you’ve seen too much.

They are patient. They are everywhere. And when you finally notice them… it means they’ve already decided your fate.

So tread carefully. Because the Syndicate never forgets. And it never forgives.

Current known information: Name of the group

No one knows who truly founded Shadow Syndicate. Some scholars believe it began as a cabal of disillusioned nobles during the fall of Babylon, while others claim it formed from a secret sect of rogue Templars who rejected both the Church and the Crown. What is known is that wherever there is unrest, upheaval, or power waiting to be seized, the Shadow Syndicate has already been there—shaping the course of history with invisible hands.