The first great discovery in the forest of Moonshadow came after three years; the overgrown ruins of a village. Perhaps the most disconcerting fact is that those ruins were recent, only months abandoned. Who had dwelt there before is unknown, though the touches they left were decidedly human according to the scouts.
A great expedition was sent out to explore the site, for perhaps here some of the mystery of Moonshadow could be shed. Alas this was not to be, for when the expedition arrived at the ruins it was to find them overrun with the dead. These shambling beings forming a cruel parody of those who once resided in that place. These nighted ruins offered no sanctuary, no clue, no hope, only more questions as to how and why the dead gathered there.
Over time several expeditions have been sent in an attempt to reclaim the village; though so far all they have succeeded in doing is swelling the ranks of its guardians. The observers sent to watch these grand sacrifices on the altar of nobility have bought at least something of value back; the dead do not enter the tower near the center of the village, there bright ward-light shines. A flame drawing us like moths, the faint hope of discovery it offers worth any price in blood and sin.