Unbelievably tall trees stand silent witness to the massacres that have taken place over and over again on these grounds. The floor of the forest is a soft carpet of leave and moss so red they appear black in the pale light filtering through the canopy. Wails and moans occasionally drift through the stiflingly moist air, eerily similar to cries of a grieving woman or a child in unbearable agony. This forest has been the favorite haunting/hunting grounds for unnamable and twisted creatures, whose mare sight will drive you to the edge of your sanity.
The Forest of Grief
Unbelievably tall trees stand silent witness to the massacres that have taken place over and over again on these grounds. The floor of the forest is a soft carpet of leave and moss so red they appear black in the pale light filtering through the canopy. Wails and moans occasionally drift through the stiflingly moist air, eerily similar to cries of a grieving woman or a child in unbearable agony. This forest has been the favorite haunting/hunting grounds for unnamable and twisted creatures, whose mare sight will drive you to the edge of your sanity.