The knights caught the whole ghoul pack that slunk toward Edgewood decades ago -- or so the songs say. One got away. Patience is a ghoul's only virtue.
It's still small enough to fit inside a hollow oak. That's exactly why nobody's found it yet.
The prettiest flowers in the Weald don't need water -- just someone close enough to grab.
Four arms, one purpose: hold you still until the third claw finds its mark.
The birdsong stops first. Then the wind goes still. By the time you notice the silk, you're already caught in it.
A shipwreck, a haunted lighthouse, an abandoned farmstead, and a Bullywug warlord guarding the shore. Beacon of the Brine gets a full revision with updated maps, characters, and monsters plus a full PDF download!
Small, fast, and stubbornly reliable, Nella Lightfoot carries Edgewood Garrison's dispatches to Greenbranch and Brightcrown and back -- and knows shortcuts through the Weald she's never told the garrison about.
The steady discipline underneath Edgewood Garrison's calm, Knight-Sergeant Bastian Grier drills every rotating warden until a raised alarm becomes instinct instead of panic -- and privately carries every name he's ever trained.
The quiet, watchful edge of Edgewood Garrison's defense, Elowen Fenwick ranges the border toward Sorrowind Pass and the Saltspray marshes, confirming with her own eyes what the tower's pennants can only guess at from a distance.
Half chaplain, half battlefield medic, Brother Ansel Thorwood tends Edgewood Garrison's small twin-shrine chapel and stitches up whatever the border throws at it -- treating friend, stranger, and doubt with the same steady hands.
The steady hand behind Edgewood Garrison's stores and guest barracks, Wynne Hargrove keeps wardens fed, travelers sheltered, and the fort's dwindling supplies stretched exactly as far as they need to go.
The Glade doesn't judge you. The light does. And the light already knows what you did.