Of Rust & Ruin
The Dark Heart of the Woods
The great wood has always been a place of darkness. Since the earliest days of human civilization the eerie gloom bred fear and superstition among the mortal realms, and after a time the forest itself garnered a loathsome and terrible reputation. Countless dark acts so debased and bleak resonate throughout it’s history, twisting and perverting already grim perceptions of the woodland realm. It comes as no surprise, then, that the masses needed to put purpose to the darkness, to give the concept of an evil consciousness within the forest a name. The Dark Heart of the Woods.
In some perverse twist of fate, or perhaps because of the fervent fear-belief in the darkness within the ancient glades and whispering glens, the Dark Heart beats. As if giving a name to the evil allowed it to become manifest, the heart took root within the wood and its malice and hatred towards man cannot be understated. It’s every effort is mankind’s end, its sole purpose is to be unmade, to sleep once more – but it cannot do that so long as men live.
Or so the folktales say, in hushed farmsteads and shadowed villages all across the land. Whether there is any truth to these myths none can truly say – but I can tell you that evil does exist in that forest, and dark deeds can often be an excuse for superstition.