The Great Old Ones, horrific deities that once ruled the earth long before the age of man, have been tossed asunder. They have lain within these places in a death-like sleep for eons, waiting for the time of their return. Now from within the depths, these be***al gods poison the life that attempts to grow and corrupt the minds of men whose misfortune it is to reside here. The area now called Lauri
anne Woods, or ‘the Woods’ by locals, holds one of these sites. Here the shadows cast a little longer than are normal. The colors grey and drain from the vegetation that wither in the hard soil. The whispered tales of feverish dreams of any who have laid their heads to rest on this cursed ground keep away most; drawing only the unstable and diseased minds closer to its embrace. To walk the trails within Laurianne Woods is to lose your way. Each twist and turn may lead you to new parts of the woods or even changes in time itself. The woods are alive with an ancient horror that longs to keep you within it grasps. Never veer from the path before you. Never trust what you see. Never scream. Beware the Woods.
