Blightwoods

The blight had swept through these lands an age ago, laying the forest low and driving off all those who could flee. In the end it had reached the very heart of the forest, and there it had been halted and held and allowed to spread no further.

The forest still lived, though the sickly yellow mists made the once lively woods seem like some ghostly place, a shadow of itæs former glory and those few who had returned to their home accepted that it would never again be as it had once been.

Not for them to go back, they must move ahead and make anew.

Even amundsen the root