I am known as Angst Fretting, bard, scribe, wordsmith, collector of legends. The Frettings are an ancient smithying family who got their name from the craft of fretworking that they have by tradition specialised in. I am sisterdaughter of Mastersmith Bellows Fretting, whose son is Tongs Fretting, my younger brother, mastersmith and hereditary mayor of Leafsta. The Fretting ancestors long lived in Minoc and before that came over sea from the Nordic Isles in a story that I will on another evening tell. I left Leafsta some 8 winters ago with a deep sense of foreboding and came south to Trinsic with my brotherson - Tong’s son, Jern - Iron in the Nordic dialect - who will by birth become, in the fullness of time, the next mastersmith and mayor of Leafsta, and my sisterson Smaed, which in our dialect means smith, both of whom have since ventured out into the world on their own and whose stories are still in the making. My real first name is Agnes. It became twisted to Angst because I foresee the future and, since few recognise that I have the affliction known as The Sight, many take my prophecies of doom and destruction as evidence of a weakness of character, of unreasoned anxieties and fears – even cowardice - that make me see danager and evil where none is. Others see in me a hidden evil, that I use to summon the dark by. As some would have it, I do this by using my bardic powers to, as it were, paint the devil on the wall and thereby summon him, and such false suspicions have led some to name me Doomsong. True it is that I am seen as starting at shadows. True it is, too, that often I wake at night in a cold sweat. But in recent years the age of shadows that was long prophesied has begun to darken the land and my visions of "what was to be" seem all too horribly to be coming to pass. Monsters multiply, many of a sort that have never before been seen, and that make their lairs in the wilderness, even close to settled areas. New kinds of wytches wield necrotic malefices that raise the undead from their graves, and by so doing multiply the undead that they appear to breed and threaten to become innumerable. These disturbed things in their troubled halfwake stalk the land spreading dismay, fear and horror. The price of The Sight is often great, and so I have aged before my time. For posterity I here have set down the story of the Fretting kin, my ancestors, of that cadet house, the Leafsta Frettings, from which I am sprung, of the smithyhome that the migrant descendents of my fathermother’s fatherbrother, Anvel “loosefoot” Fretting, wrought in the wilds of the north, the fortified smithstown that is known as Leafsta, as well as the tales of the children of my siblings since I removed with them to the south. This is a long tale of struggle, triumph and despair, that will take many fireside eves to tell. I recount all this mostly in the words and experience of my kin as and where appropriate, elsewhere in lore handed down by our bards in tale, verse and song, and also in my own words that I am setting down in this, the Book of Leafsta.