The Vrenshrrg

The Ruins of Wildwood
The Wildwood has been here since before the old gods were born, and will continue to exist long after. To this day, it stands alone against the hills, holding all darkness within. These trees have witnessed the rise and fall of kings, deaths and births, love and betrayal. The trees carry many secrets, legend and lore from when trees still had tongues with which to tell it. Now, silence lies steady against the trees: rivers meander on in silence, and all that roam here are as wild as the wind, and whatever walks here, walks alone. But sometimes, when the night is quiet, the trees seem to whisper to each other: secrets of a forgotten past that lies buried beneath the trees, among the bones of unquiet ancestors. For even the proudest of oaks take root from creeping rot.

Some secrets, it seems, are best left buried forever.