A generation ago, Fierech Omaro and his family came to Malabar and set out to replicate his Aerinorn estate in the new world. Ignoring the coastal regions that so many of his peers were settling, he set out deep into the Erarohn forest began building in the foothills of the Gilt range. For the first year things went well, Bar Amaro was a leading outpost in this burgeoning new world.
Unfortunately, Fierech did not prepare his estate against the power of the summer storms of the Hesperean. When the rains came, floods roared down the hills and through his bright new halls. In a matter of days, his family and stout new walls lay under feet of flood-waters.
For nearly 100 years the broken estate of Bar Omaro has lain fallow. But are things stirring inside these sodden walls?