The Nentir River’s waters tumble through the Moon Hills, running alongside Fallcrest, where they crash down onto the rocks before continuing their journey south. They twist and bend through a darkening land, a region blighted by the dreaded Witchlight Fens. The Nentir vanishes into that vast quagmire, where it joins with the White River to form the murky soup that has been known to swallow unwary travelers and to harbor vile and sinister creatures spawned from nightmare. Aside from the hardy rangers who patrol its bounds, few venture near the Fens lest they invite trouble into their lives. Though common folk know to steer clear of the Fens, this has not always been the case.
Many nobles have tried to conquer the bog, and each time their effort met failure. The last to claim these lands were the Kaltons, a noble family of dubious reputation who sought to make their home on the Fens’ eastern fringes. As with many who came before, the bog coughed up horrors beyond counting to drive off the settlers and crash against the Kalton Manor’s walls. Many believed that the family died out with its half-finished keep, but the truth is far more tragic.