The Left-Hand Path has gotten to a rather curious crossroads in history, where literal assassins for hire make calls for nicety and civility echoed by a crowd of notorious backstabbers and snakes, all of them hailing Love and Light and kissing each other´s asses.
People are so lost in their insecurities, their need for social acceptance that they lost access to the White Lodge, as well as the Black Lodge. Betrayed the Left-Hand Path by trying to whitewash it, and failing the Right-Hand Path as well, because they don´t have what it takes to pour in the True Light.
They are just replaying their childhood drama as they trip over one another in the twilight zone.
The wasteland that contains no Mysteries whatsoever, apart from the use of Low Magic for small personal gain… mostly to screw over each other.
