Welcome, adventuerers!

Under the stoic gaze of the timeworn Mountain, the Hollow folk roam the grasses, staring into their blue bonfires and calling for their loved ones to join them. The village of Kettledark lives, peacefully concealed, packed within a crater disguised as a hill. From the birdhouse, fletchwind archers, scanned the horizon for trouble, while the mushroom forgers provide abundant food for the inhabitants. Here is Home, though he does not come easy.