For centuries, Aelmor Monastery near the port town of Sestone was a safe haven for scholars, monks, and pilgrims seeking enlightenment, its renowned library home to an enormous collection of ancient manuscripts, tomes, and peculiar writings. After suffering a devastating attack at the hands of a possessed monastery elder, Aelmor fell into ruin, its troubled past forgotten. When villagers start disappearing and turn up horribly mutated days later, fear takes a grip of Sestone. What sinister forces are at work? And to what end?
I’ve seen the Aurelian Gate, and walked the ever frozen planes of Nuy’hadd. I’ve marveled at the shimmering lights coloring the night sky over Jauzun. I’ve watched the wonders of magic play tricks on children and grown men alike. I’ve tasted the meat of the Whitewoods owlbear and the wondrous gusto of gnomish melidieur. But there is nothing like coming home to my beloved North Call Inn. A welcoming grin from Ared, the smell of Hagshot in the air … I could sit at those salt licked windows overlooking the sea until my bones turn to dust.