Magic claimed Esterra’s arm when she was a chil. For her curse , she was exiled into the weird, pockmarked world of verpace. The cats away at her twisting her bones and psyche to its own will, the curse spreading with each use. Now an adult, she wanders the world as a tractwalker, making her living through hunting, mercenary work, and whatever opportunities arise. It is a dangerous life. Deranged cultists cry out to the red-dwarf sun, deformed beasts prowl in every shadow, creatures born from myth lurk in broken temples, and every night brings the threat of the lethal lichtvallen. Yet some greater danger lurks on the horizon, and there are whispers in the dark. Will Esterra survive, or will she succumb to the incessant call of the magic?