Every child on the outskirts of the Charneault Kingdom has heard the gruesome tale of the Flesh Carver, as a warning against venturing into the dark woods. The Flesh Carver was not always a monster, and the woods were not always dangerous. The Carver was once a young halfling druid named Grimm Harvest. Growing up with her mother in the flourishing forest, every flower was her friend, and every tree was her tutor. One day, a group of woodcutters entered the forest. Grimm offered to show them the oldest trees that were ready to die. The woodcutters scolded the little halfling and chased her off. She returned to her mother’s hut, not knowing the woodcutters had followed her. When they saw the hut in a remote clearing of the deep forest, they presumed a witch lived there, and they knew what they must do—they burned it, with Grimm and her mother inside. Grimm barely escaped, but her mother perished in the flames. Young Grimm’s heart shattered, and she begged the forest for vengeance. The forest added its rage to her own, and sent forth a terrible spirit to make a bargain: Grimm would be the forest’s new protector, and punish any who dared to enter. Grimm accepted the forest’s power and its bitterness, and became the Flesh Carver. The woodcutters were her first victims, never to be seen again—but strange trees appeared in the forest with strangely human limbs, and its said that if one listens to their trunks, one hears a heartbeat and distant, human screams. But to test that, one would have to enter the dark forest. And every child on the outskirts of the Charneault Kingdom knows that you must never do that.
Race: Halfling Region: Charneault Kingdom
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