Parchwood Timberlands

Dark, dense, and often assailed by snow and cold winds, the Parchwood Timberlands consume most of the valleys within the Alabaster Sierras with pine trees and heavily overgrown pathways. The grim and forbidding interior of the Parchwood is home to many equally grim inhabitants, from spectral remains of unlucky travelers past, to wandering blights spawned by corrupt trees that consume the life around them. Howls can be heard in the darkest of nights, giving rumor to werewolf hunting parties that stalk the wood. A handful of nearby farmers swear they’ve encountered a community of territorial centaurs in the southern region of the Parchwood, though such tales are largely met with derision. It is common and well-imparted knowledge that if you intend to travel through thick fog of the Parchwood Timberlands, you stick to the roads, you bring some muscle, and you pray to whatever gods bring you comfort.

Type

Forest

Related Reports (Primary)

• Session 36: The Queen, the Exarch and the Lady Report