There is a part of the Forest where it is always night. The tall trees bow together to shut out the light, and whatever lives there has never known the sun. Mapmakers call this area the Darkwood, and add the warning: Here Be Demons.
Ten years ago the Darkwood’s boundaries slowly began to expand, and for the first time in uncounted centuries the long night spread its dominion over more and more of the Forest Kingdom. Demons swarmed ahead of the enveloping darkness, an endless tide of twisted and misshapen creatures that slaughtered every living thing in their path. They were finally stopped and driven back, but only at great cost to the Forest Land and those who lived there. The long night retreated with the demons, and the Darkwood resumed its original boundaries. A quiet, weary pace fell across the broken Land, and the slow rebuilding began.
Ten years have passed since the Demon War. The Forest’s scars are slowly healing, the Darkwood is still and silent, and few demons ever venture out of the endless night. But in a clearing not far from the Darkwood boundary, in a darkness where a sun has never risen and a moon has never shone, an ancient evil stirs in its sleep and dreams foul dreams.
There is a part of the Forest where it is always night. The tall trees bow together to shut out the light, and whatever lives there has never known the sun. Mapmakers call this area the Darkwood, and add the warning: Here Be Demons.
Ten years ago the Darkwood’s boundaries slowly began to expand, and for the first time in uncounted centuries the long night spread its dominion over more and more of the Forest Kingdom. Demons swarmed ahead of the enveloping darkness, an endless tide of twisted and misshapen creatures that slaughtered every living thing in their path. They were finally stopped and driven back, but only at great cost to the Forest Land and those who lived there. The long night retreated with the demons, and the Darkwood resumed its original boundaries. A quiet, weary pace fell across the broken Land, and the slow rebuilding began.
Ten years have passed since the Demon War. The Forest’s scars are slowly healing, the Darkwood is still and silent, and few demons ever venture out of the endless night. But in a clearing not far from the Darkwood boundary, in a darkness where a sun has never risen and a moon has never shone, an ancient evil stirs in its sleep and dreams foul dreams.
There is a part of the Forest where it is always night. The tall trees bow together to shut out the light, and whatever lives there has never known the sun. Mapmakers call this area the Darkwood, and add the warning: Here Be Demons.
Ten years ago the Darkwood’s boundaries slowly began to expand, and for the first time in uncounted centuries the long night spread its dominion over more and more of the Forest Kingdom. Demons swarmed ahead of the enveloping darkness, an endless tide of twisted and misshapen creatures that slaughtered every living thing in their path. They were finally stopped and driven back, but only at great cost to the Forest Land and those who lived there. The long night retreated with the demons, and the Darkwood resumed its original boundaries. A quiet, weary pace fell across the broken Land, and the slow rebuilding began.
Ten years have passed since the Demon War. The Forest’s scars are slowly healing, the Darkwood is still and silent, and few demons ever venture out of the endless night. But in a clearing not far from the Darkwood boundary, in a darkness where a sun has never risen and a moon has never shone, an ancient evil stirs in its sleep and dreams foul dreams.
