Redcap

In the wild places where stone meets storm and history seeps from every moss-covered wall, there are stories whispered more than told—tales not meant for the comfort of daylight but for firelight and watchful silence. Among them is the legend of the Redcap, a creature born not merely of myth, but of memory. It haunts the Anglo-Scottish Borderlands, a region forged in blood and betrayal, where ruined castles rise like broken teeth against the sky. Cloaked in shadow, eyes aglow like embers, the Redcap waits in the hollows of history, its crimson cap wet with the lifeblood of those who wander too far from safety. In this land where past and present blur, and where the dead may yet walk, the Redcap endures—not just as a monster, but as the echo of all that once was violent, vengeful, and very much alive.