 A fast-flowing river leads to a great forest, at which it spreads out into smaller creeks. The grassy green fields change into a muddy mess as the land progresses into the forest. Old trees are stretched out towards the skies and their limp branches fall over the swamps. Evolution lost all senses here, many creatures are twice as big and sport colorful skin or fur. A constant fog lies like a blanket over the ground. Strangely in some parts it is sucked into holes in steady dirt. Trying to find someone sane, let alone someone in Barkbane is a quest on its own. There lives one hermit in a hut somewhere in the forest who might know what's going on but the place surrounding the hut is ridden with dragonflies and the ground itself swallows things whole. At night chants can be heard coming from the darker corners of the Howling Forest, a sign that the place is not totally uninhabited. The player finds himself on the edge of the forest with little equipment or provisions. A mental barrier keeps him from going back, amnesia has set in and it somehow feels right going on into the forest. Cutting wild branches and bushes aside with the only tool in his inventory he is overwhelmed by the forest interior. After the awe comes the adventure as the player tries to find out what is drawing him to this place. |