Iarnvidiur's Lair
BENEATH ROOTS OF IRON
In the Ironwood Forest, trees do not bend and break. They do not creak and shatter in the wind, nor do they tremble and fall when the ground shifts.
In the center of the Ironwood Forest, stands a stump. A great and mighty stump, now diseased and rotted, and shattered at the base.
Below the base is a cave. The air is stale and thick. The sand is hard and jagged. Abominations stalk its halls. Wolf howls echo, and echo again. Nature is wrong here.
It must be set right, before whatever, or whoever, is responsible corrupts the whole forest and ironwood is no more.
