Hall of the Blood Moth

When a traveller in southern Kallavesa takes the wrong fork at Talstone, on the winding Pilgrim’s Trail past Wittal, they come upon the curious valley of Kevät. A lonely country of damp earth and dark woods, long ago stolen from encroaching swamp. Sitting beneath sallow sky where the seasons bear down like a magistrate’s sentence.

On land long ago stolen from the encroaching swamps of Kallavesa, the homesteads and scattered halls, that lean and creak within the wind, live and die by the strange and perilous work of the Keepers of Blodmoþþalh, the Hall of the Blood Moth...