In the town of Little Mosstle rumors circulate like corrupted blood pumped from the dark heart of Ravinstone Manor through the arterial paths of the Trollingwood. Lord Ravinstone’s tax collectors have been absent for some time. The town council has set the watch to double shifts and double-manned guards on the northern palisade where the fog creeps out of the trees and tickles the rough-hewn logs, and its accompanying breeze raises the little hairs on the neck as it sparks a nagging fear in the pit of the stomach.
Pink Veins of Corruption
Pink Veins of Corruption
Pink Veins of Corruption
In the town of Little Mosstle rumors circulate like corrupted blood pumped from the dark heart of Ravinstone Manor through the arterial paths of the Trollingwood. Lord Ravinstone’s tax collectors have been absent for some time. The town council has set the watch to double shifts and double-manned guards on the northern palisade where the fog creeps out of the trees and tickles the rough-hewn logs, and its accompanying breeze raises the little hairs on the neck as it sparks a nagging fear in the pit of the stomach.