Kepstadur Keep

<p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(48 48 48 1)>All magic has a price.</strong></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(48 48 48 1)>Some pay with grain. Some with wine. Most pay with blood.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(48 48 48 1)>Unlike the ignorant masses Sonja knows what to expect both from magic and from her mission. Reviving her brother will not be cheap. But she's a Vinzler and the Vinzlers are a stubborn branch. If the magic exists she and her sister will find it. And the magic </span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(48 48 48 1)>had to exist.</em></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(48 48 48 1)>After three years apart their final destination lurks on the horizon. A once-beautiful city. A once-lucrative port. A slow-rotting husk. Kepstadur Keep where a thousand souls vanished in a single day. A price Sonja was sure.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(48 48 48 1)>With the help of a jovial foreign mercenary she ventures into the depths where two facts become clear. First something stalks these haunted halls. Second it isn't fully dead.</span></p><p></p>