We fear the unseen more than the known, the secretive more than familiar. And what is more estranged to us than the leagues that spawn beyond the starry sky? The Void Church was built on top of a lonely hill, near the town. Its chaplain – a rich merchant turned zealot in his olden days – wanted to placate the wrath of beings no one ever saw or heard. He said it was the only way to save the town from annihilation. Local politicians and clergymen alike used to jeer at him in the street and make fun of his unconventional devotion to indescribable gods. However, one day, the construction was suddenly halted. This time, when night fell, none of the workers came back to town. The chaplain didn’t either. Something had happened up there, on the hill. This same night, you were tasked to investigate.

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