It was once a tradition upheld across the Lochlands to
scatter the ashes of the dead across the various immense
lakes that dot the region. In deep autumn, gifts would be
sent out across the water as tributes to the dead, to keep
those with unfinished business pacified and prevent them
from interfering in the world of the living.
Those old ways have been gradually forgotten, however,
and the lingering dead have been left to stew in their
grudges. Feral with longing and gripped with a need to
satisfy some long-forgotten business among the living,
such spirits prey upon unwary travellers who linger too
long amidst the waters of the wrong lake.