The Ringfort

Amidst endless grassy plains in the mainland to the west of Celdrúin, where the Hwaet make their homes, a solitary hill with a dark history towers above the expanse.

This episode is a side-project - a preview of a fantasy podcast to fall asleep to.

Every year on the winter solstice, a ritual is conducted at an ancient monument to ward off evil spirits. Although the denizens of Celdrúin enjoy feasts and celebrations from within the safety of their walls, travelers unfortunate enough to find themselves on the road during the solstice find themselves contending with more than just the freezing cold...

Tales of ghost ships abound throughout the coastal villages of southern Celdrúin. If you sailed along the archipelago to the island's south, you would likely hear myths of damned sailors ferrying the dead to the afterlife, while the northern isles in the chain tell equally impossible tails of elven ships. However, sometimes events transpire that lend a certain credibility to the legends - or at least muddy the waters, making it difficult to discern reality from fantasy.

In the eastern moors of Celdruin, an ancient, empty fortress stands atop an isolated hill. Every attempt to reclaim the fortress has ended in ruin.

Across the lands of the Kjalti, itinerant seeresses offer their services to commoners and kings alike. Their prophecies cover the mundane as well as the extraordinary, from the next year's harvest to a monarch's demise.

Across the river from the village of Ardben, an ancient crypt lays undisturbed. According to legend, the barrow is the home of a vicious and cruel fairy that preys upon travelers that unwittingly trespass upon his domain. It may only be superstition... but then again, who would be foolish enough to risk their life to discover out the truth?

Across the world, fairy tales have emerged to teach children and adults alike about the dangers inherent in large bodies of water. They often feature shapeshifting spirits, some taking the form of animals and other adopting the likeness of a human. Sometimes, however, folklore crosses from the realm of fantasy into reality - and sometimes the threat it poses is not quite what it seems.

The end of fall marks a transition between the warmth of summer and the bleak chill of winter. The festival of Crossing's Eve marks that transition with revelry, ceremonies, and rituals. It's said that, on the night of the festival, the spirits of the deceased can cross back into the world of the living - even if only for one night.

The Kjalti believe that dying with an oath unfulfilled, a promise broken, or dishonor upon one's self has consequences. The dead may return to the land of the living as a revenant, cursed to wander the earth and serve penance for their actions.