Ours is a wild land where mortal man is pitted against cunning and cruel powers that have existed since time immemorial. It is the battle between humankind and the natural world, but in our ignorance and infighting, we are losing.

The inexorable march of time is our greatest foe, and even as the noble knights of Arelon, the sealords of Ymoënn and the duchies of Llanwydh and Efyth struggle for supremacy, the balance of the world is shifting against them.

Eldritch beings prowl the shadows between the planes. The barrows echo with the Wyrd. The woods move with menacing purpose.

This is Coënydd.