As a storm brews over Cresthaven, the heroes delve into the secrets of the Temple of Aysys. There, beneath polished stone and rigid doctrine, they uncover visions tied to their dreams and hints of an ancient truth long buried. When the trail leads to a disturbed grave in the Shady Hollows Cemetery, the earth itself seems to awaken.
It began not in the village square beneath the flickering lanterns of Cresthaven, but days earlier—at the crossroads west of the Ironspine Range, where ancient pines leaned close as if to eavesdrop on destiny. The forest stood sentinel here, as it had for a thousand years, its dark boughs heavy with secrets whispered only to the wind.
For centuries, Cresthaven had nestled in the shadow of the Ironspine Range, a haven for those seeking refuge from the wider world's turmoil. Its people were hardy folk who lived by simple truths: honor your word, respect the land, and never venture into Whispering Hollow after nightfall.