Outlaws defied the local law, setting up a camp in the local baron’s private wood. On a sacred night for believers of the dominant religion in the area, the Baron Allain sent his men into the wood, attacking the outlaws while they were in prayer. The outlaw men were hanged from the trees overhead while their families watched. They wept and prayed out loud, finally shouting insults at the baron’s men.
One of the women shouted, “for many days have these men cared for your arbors! May these trees enact a tax on your bloodthirsty life!”. She was run through on the spot by the baron himself.
A week later, he passed through the scene of the crime on his way back from battle with a small retinue, including some of the men who carried out the hangings. The baron never made it home that night, nor did any of his men. When his castle guard returned to investigate, they noted that the roots of the trees had grown in a circular barrier and that the baron and his men’s bodies were found hacked to pieces in the corral, and there were no signs of his horses, nor the corpses of the outlaws that had been left to rot.
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This woman of the sea would sun herself on rocks a good deal off the coast of the Jæruel for those few summer weeks when the clouds would part and the light stream in sharp contrast to the grey clouds in the distance.
One summer, she was caught in the nets of a fishing trawler, and dragged up on deck. The men were frightened by her until she spoke in their tongue, asking to be set free. They complied, and she thanked them and swam off, back to her rocks to sun. They returned to the rocks the next day and she was gone.
Later that season, she swam up to their vessel and warned them of an approaching storm. Turning back to shore, they returned in time to warn the rest of the town, which boarded up and weathered the storm with minimal damage.
The fishermen were branded heroes by their fellow citizens.
Rumor has it that fishermen still see her in those sunny summer weeks out there on the rocks.
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The following are quotes that various people who have heard of Trangúll Dřevo, or who are putting the party on, will say to them.
“It is said that southwest of Olde Bay is an ancient wood, wherein lives elf folk. Mischevious, kiniving they are, and will steal your pack if you don’t keep it close you. Be careful traveling in those parts.”
“I daresay, you should never head there. Only death and despair. ‘Tis why the Olde Bay’s been so haunted all these years. Foul beasts come form there, beasts half stone and half flesh. Carry you out to their island. Don’t go into those woods.”
“I never venture south of the Bay. Recommend you don’t either. It is said there is a haunted wood down there. Filled with dark fey folk.”
“In the heart of Trangúll Dřevo is a portal to another world — on the other end is a dragon. Can’t imagine anyone would ever want to find it.”
“We have seen wandering patrols of armed men dressed in deep robes, with shiny armor sneaking out from under their adornment. Their faces have a slight green hue, and they are armed with impressive weapons. If you’re heading there, be sure to be well armed, or you will face certain disaster.”
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