The Marshland at Lanoue had long had a bad reputation, but it was nebulous - tales of a waterwitch, of bad luck following on any attempt to cultivate the edge of the morass, of a chest of gold and its owner swallowed up by the greedy slime. The people of la Noue farm lived comfortably enough on the marsh's edge, untouched by any threat, until Moarc'h of la Noue disturbed the forbidden land with his plough. He unearthed only the broken fragments of an antique statue, but the blight of evil spread like the vapours that oozed up from the sluggish water of Malnoue. Moarc'h felt its influence, but his daughter Jeanne became the focus of the power that would not rest until death had spread across the countryside.