The Tomb-bog’s Mark

A ways into Ferrier's Fen, not far from Marshedge, lies a peat mound where no birds nest and no flowers bloom. Since the town's founding its people have buried certain criminals here alive, and over the years the land has birthed a spirit that hungers for the dying breaths of the condemned. It is young and eager, willing to be set to work — but only by someone who can speak with it and convince it to mark only the guilty in the sign of Aratis.