For a hundred years the Hearthlantern on Ember Hill kept the Gloam asleep beneath Embervale. Its flame was fed by three Ember Shards, set into the lamp by the first lamplighters.
Last night the lantern went dark. The shards are gone, and shadows have begun crawling out of the old places. Elder Moss, the village's retired lamplighter, has one lead: a glow seen deep in the Sunken Barrow, past Whisperwood.