Fenlight Chapel

Near the center of Larkfen Hollow stands a modest yet enduring stone chapel nestled beside the village green, just steps from the town square and the ancient Whispering Oak. Its weathered façade and ivy-draped walls blend seamlessly with the surrounding cobblestone paths and flowerbeds, making it a natural gathering point for festivals, blessings, and quiet reflection. Inside, the air is warm with the scent of beeswax and dried rosemary, and carved wooden effigies of the old gods—guardians of hearth, harvest, and home—watch over the altar with serene grace.

The chapel’s caretaker, Elder Maelin, is a soft-spoken figure with a gentle gait and a gaze that seems to hold distant stars. Though he now tends the chapel with quiet devotion, villagers whisper that he once walked far-off lands as a traveling mage, weaving spells into song and story. Some believe the Whispering Oak listens more keenly when Maelin speaks beneath its boughs. Others say the chapel’s protective wards—subtle, almost imperceptible—are his doing, laid into the stone with magic that still hums faintly in dappled twilight.