Set in 19th century Iceland, Gestur’s world is bleak, cold, and dark — a land of isolation and quiet resilience. The Christian faith dominates every corner of life, but beneath the surface lie ancient myths, sea monsters, and restless spirits. Churches stand as beacons of hope in endless winter, yet the wilds beyond teem with creatures older than scripture.
Iceland in the 19th century was a place of brutal winters, scarce resources, and constant struggle against the elements. Volcanic eruptions, long dark nights, and unpredictable seas shaped a people who were resourceful, resilient, and deeply bound to their communities. Survival meant respecting the land and fearing its wrath.
Beneath the surface of everyday life, old beliefs persisted. Tales of elves living in the cliffs and caves were passed down through generations, with many claiming to have seen these hidden folk themselves. Even today, some Icelanders believe in their presence — so much so that construction projects are sometimes halted to avoid disturbing their dwellings.
Amid the storms and shadows, a quiet magic endured — not only in the whispered tales of elves and spirits, but in the hearts of the people who called this rugged land their own. Through fire, frost, and endless night, they carried the old songs, the ancient prayers, and the unshakable belief that the land would, in time, give back what it had taken. Even in the bleakest winters, there was the promise of spring, and the knowledge that light always returns. And so, Gestur, the lone priest, walks these unforgiving wilds with a smile — a beacon of faith against the darkness.