Angol
This is not a story of magic. This is a story of persecution...
The Far Isles are in a witch-hunting frenzy. Neighbour turns against neighbour, women are hanged from trees, and girls are thrown to the pyre. At the head of this fever is the Inquisitorum: the branch of the Church dedicated to the ways of hunting witches, their subsequent torture, and execution.
Beorn is the woodcutter for the small town of Brexton. He lives a solitary life in the woods that provide him his livelihood, far from civilisation and inquisitive eyes. He takes no part in the witch-hunting frenzy that grips the kingdom, but nor does he lift a hand in defence of those condemned to die. He lives by a simple rule:
I don't get involved.
That is until a young witch is dragged into the town square to be burnt at the stake. The sight of her breathes life into old ghosts Beorn had long thought buried. Against his better judgement, he breaks his one rule. What follows is an adventure across a kingdom. Beorn will be faced with many challenges: thorn-helmed knights, black-robed Inquisitors, a head-strong young witch, and even his own world view.
