Deep in the
heart of the Old Wood, where the river runs slow and dark, there
is a place forgotten. And if ever you should tread the moss grown
paths and long lost tracks to its eerie courtyard, remember well
the warnings you heard.
an age ago, a twisted mind, a soul sold to Dark Devices and caught
up by the Magic of Night. Wrought there, an age ago, torment and
suffering for the persuit of selfish desire whose bounds knew no
limits. Tormented there, an age ago, abominations crafted with hideous
incantations offered up to Dream Spawned Terrors. Doomed there,
an age ago, the follower grown too sure of his own ability.
tower, where once a twisted mage worked his strange incantations,
holds many secrets. Many arcane experiments went on in its seclusion,
hidden from an untrusting world. Calling forth Dark powers with
binding rituals, the mage channeled magical spirits of the Underworld
to his work. Twisting nature was his game, forging blood and sinue
with bark and root, forcing hoof and beak to meld as one, grafting
wing with claw, fang to feather, brain and brawn. But the perils
of Dark worship are many, and the Rituals hard to master. And in
his self importance, the mage became lax, and his incantations became
flawed, binding the Powers he tapped with bonds no longer strong
cries were lost in the twisted wilderness that shrouded his lonely
laboratory, heard by no living soul and headed not by those others
that lurked in the dark and gloom he had created.
And now? When
you hear the wail of the banshee in the dark wood, do not tarry!
For the hauntings and apparitions are the fruits of a mad mans labours,
and they are as twisted as the mind that concieved of them, and
as dark as the powers that made them.
The woods and
delves around the tower are home to strange unearthly crossbreads.
Owlbears stalk the woods where Dark Trees cast their shadows, Leucrotta
hunt Catoblepas in small packs, DarkenBeasts scurry and flit in
the gloom, preying on the unwary. And in the old ruins of the tower
itself live a group of Perytons, dark, brooding and dangerous.
So when you
hear some ungodly screech or otherworldly roar, check your weapons,
double your guard and, with haste, retrace your steps to safety.
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