Underneath the Crooked Moon: Ardengloom

Speak not the names of the lost, for the forest has taken them. When wayward souls cross the boundary from their world to wander among the oak, ash, and thorn, they
belong to the trees. Dry your eyes. The Elderwood weeps for them now.

Ardengloom stands as strong as the woods that once enveloped the entirety of Druskenvald. Now, only a fraction of their trees remain, serving as the last barrier between civilisation and the unknown.

A warning whispered by candlelight, a wood so ancient all know its name.

Into the woods we go. Enter if you dare.