The dead rise up each night to honor the contract that gives them independence as they defend the shores of Oldport and the rest of Copslin Vale.
An ancient mercenary regiment with a rich history, bound to a unique magic item. The regiment serves as family, faith and way of life to its soldiers.
The party comes across a nice hermit in the woods. He gives them food and lodging for the night. They awaken to his terrified screams. "East! It's east! Stop it! It'll kill us all!" The poor horror-stricken hermit dies thrashing in agony, one boney arm outstretched, his finger pointing to the east.