Excerpts from the letters of Saint Sidonius Apollinaris

"And the dark mist settled upon the Isles like a blanket of doom. The Empire had left The Isles a generation ago and few from the continent dared venture across the channel, for the first few who tried never came back. The fools who went chasing after them all met the same fate. Dark things dwell in the waters and only on the summer solstice does the mist clear, it is an empty land bereft of God. There is nothing there for decent men, only for the desperate, the fools, and the wicked”