Warriors and Bards


As a newcomer I have decided to learn more about the inhabitants and folklore of these lands. Yesterday I have been told in the tavern that this dark and ominous forest is called Enwyllion. Rumours say that nobody from the aborigines has ever ventured to enter it and that fearsome creatures inhabit its shadows. I fear much to enter, but something makes me desire to see at least its borders. Tomorrow by the end of day I will come to face the forest.

Roderig Barendsgroff
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Found near the abandoned way winding close to the woods of Enwyllion, skinned and ripped to pieces. His face was contorted with fear and anguish; blood mixed with mud and the smell of his rotting flesh was accompanied by a distinct odour of septic. Nobody dared to bury his corpse.