The Fell is a seemingly endless highland expanse covered in fallow fields, twisted woods, and putrid moors, with a dormant volcano rising from its heart. Cairns and barrows dot the frigid landscape—memorials to heroes long dead and a time forgotten. Seldom trodden paths snake and shift through the Fell, connecting silent villages and desolate towns, and leading down to the coast, beyond which lies the misty cloak of the sea.
You're no hero. At best, you're a knave, wretch, or scoundrel who, along with a few untrustworthy companions, seeks fortune in this corrupted land filled with danger. Chances are high that none of you will survive the winter.