As lambent mist rolls down from the Hungry Mountains, and the obsidian eyes of countless ravens peer out from the windswept branches of the Shudderwood, Ustalav's peasantry huddle indoors, making the spiral sign of Pharasma to ward off unnameable threats.
In the village of Ravengro, the silence and dread of the populace is especially acute, for these superstitious folk have lost the man they considered their charm against the dark. For Professor Lorrimor has passed over to the far side of the veil, that realm which he dedicated his life to studying -- and to keeping at bay.
Now, six former students of the late professor have crossed the cursed borders of Ustalav in order to lay their esteemed mentor to rest. Yet Lorrimor's legacy is one of secrets, curses, and ancient dooms poised to rise again. For ravens' eyes are not alone in gazing upon Ustalav; there is another watchful face, invisible and older than time, and it sees into the brittle souls of all who draw breath...and many who do not.
