Of Rust & Ruin
The Village Lost in Time
There is an ancient fable about a village that hugged the border of the great forest. A town ruled over by an ancient bloodline renowned for their courage and nobility. By all accounts, the settlement was peaceful and successful, save for the disturbing disappearances. It is whispered that the village was cursed by the forest and that every night one or more people simply vanished without a trace. This ominous trend continued for years, dwindling the once robust village to a skeleton of its former glory.
It was in the winter years of the village, before it was lost to the annals of time, that the ruler of the hamlet took the remaining members of his community and lead them into the primeval wealds. All historians agree that this man was heroic in stature and purpose, a man whose nobility was unchallenged. Yet, what hubris must he have possessed to think that he and his people could bring to justice an entity as ancient and baleful as the Great Forest? Some mutter it was simply misplaced courage and reckless behavior that pushed him towards his fate, but others claim he had little choice. Whatever his motivations, under his mighty Elk banner he strode first into the darkness, his vassals in toe, never to be seen or heard from again.