Ettercap Hollows

In the middle of Estria lies a realm ensnared in perpetual twilight—the foreboding expanse known as Ettercap Hollows. Once a verdant valley where the harmonious laughter of forest folk echoed, this dark forest now stands as a realm of shadows, ruled by the sinister presence of ettercaps and their intricate silken lairs.
In ages past, Ettercap Hollows was a thriving haven, a lush valley where a small civilization of forest folk dwelled in communion with nature. The canopy above embraced them in a green embrace, and the whispers of the wind through the leaves sang songs of harmony. Legends spoke of an idyllic existence, where the forest folk lived hidden from the prying eyes of the outside world.
Yet, the tides of fate would soon shift, and the serene melodies of the hollows would be replaced by a sinister symphony.
Whispers among the shadows tell of a druid, consumed by spite and malice, who cast a curse upon the once-thriving valley. This curse, a malevolent enchantment, brought the first ettercaps to Ettercap Hollows—a brood of nightmarish creatures with a taste for the flesh of intruders. As the curse took hold, the forest folk vanished from their homes, leaving behind only the echoes of their forgotten stories trapped within silken cocoons.
The once-lush valley transformed into a twisted realm where darkness and webs held sway, the legacy of a druid's vengeance lingering in the air like a haunting refrain.
With the departure of the forest folk, ettercaps claimed Ettercap Hollows as their own. The once-harmonious valley became a labyrinth of silken lairs, a complex network rivaling the grandeur of the greatest cities. The twisted branches overhead wove a dense canopy, shrouding the hollows in eternal twilight. The sun's rays struggled to penetrate the twisted overgrowth, leaving the forest floor in perpetual shadow.
Ettercaps, with their skittering legs and insatiable hunger, thrived in the transformed landscape. Their silken threads adorned the trees like macabre decorations, and the once-vibrant valley took on a visage only a creature of darkness could love.
A singular event marks the calendar of Ettercap Hollows—the Night of Webs. An annual occurrence, this night witnesses a surge in the numbers of ettercaps as they prepare for a ghastly spectacle. Adventurers are sternly advised to steer clear of the Weeping Woods during this eerie night, for those who dare to tread may find themselves ensnared in the ettercaps' silken tapestry.
As the moon rises, casting an ethereal glow upon the forest, the skittering of countless legs echoes through the darkness. Trees cloaked in webs become a haunting sight, and the eerie silence is occasionally pierced by the whispers of the wind through the strands of silk. The Night of Webs unfolds as a dance of shadows and silhouettes, a ghastly celebration where the ettercaps reassert their dominion over Ettercap Hollows.
Ettercap Hollows, perpetually damp and shadowed, remains hidden from the casual gaze of the outside world. The twisted overgrowth resists the intrusion of sunlight, creating an atmosphere that breeds both mystery and trepidation. Those who venture into this dark forest find themselves enveloped in an otherworldly ambiance, where every step is accompanied by the disconcerting skittering of unseen arachnid legs.
The tangled landscape, once a flourishing valley, now bears the mark of ettercap sovereignty—a realm where shadows weave their silken tapestry, and the stories of the forgotten forest folk linger like echoes in the gloom.
Ettercap Hollows, born from the ashes of a cursed harmony, stands as a testament to the inexorable influence of dark magic. A realm where ettercaps reign supreme, their silken lairs entwining the once-vibrant valley in a grotesque embrace. As the Night of Webs approaches each year, the forest becomes a stage for a macabre performance, a haunting spectacle that warns adventurers to tread cautiously through the Weeping Woods—a realm where shadows dance, and the echoes of a forgotten past resonate in the silence of eternal twilight.