SOMETHING IS STALKING THE PEOPLE OF THE MOOR.

The Bloodmoon has risen. Something is stirring, something feral, ancient and terrible. It began many years ago, with the discovery of the livestock, ripped to shreds, torn apart and devoured. The beast now has a taste for blood... our blood... there has been a murder - a vicious, brutal killing  - out there on the mist shrouded moorland.