Know this: the forest has marked you as the prey you are.

When you go into the woods surrounding your village, know that all that awaits you are teeth in the darkness, claws that seek to rend flesh from bone, and a host of spirits that will enjoy feasting upon your fear. Learn Her name, respect Her will, feel the forgiveness of Her warmth by changing your ways.... or She will simply swallow your forgettable culture whole.

You aren't the first village to resist the Forestwalker's fangs, and will most certainly not be the last.

- Watcher of the Old World

Penned by my hand on Quensday, the 13th of Dharos, in the year 6 AC.