In the fantastical Kingdom of Belvernia stand cursed and enchanted woods once known as Lunastei's Forest, once holy woods that held a mystical spring said to bring a long and healthy life to any who quenched their thirst on it's source, deep inside the forest. Only the pure could find this mystical source of blessed water, they say, as the forest was an enchanted one, with many ancient and wise trees and creatures guarding it from the unworthy. That was until a bitter woman, stood up at the altar by a holy man, entered the woods and, filled with rage and despair, wept upon the spring, her dark thoughts of vengeance and betrayal twisting the source of power and, with it, the whole forest.
Centuries passed, the enchanted woods, once sanctified, became cursed and treacherous and itís inhabitant transforming into either fearsome monsters or the deadly fey. None who entered itís midst could ever escape while the curse permeated the dark woods, and only when the curse would be lifted would the natural order of things would ascertain itself, those too long in this world finally finding peace in death and those recently wrapped into grotesque shapes going back to their natural form. The path would be fraught with peril, however and who know what await the poor soul that would try to end the forest's collective misery by finding the cursed spring in the heart of it all, the forest ever changing in a labyrinth of danger and darkness.
Tonight the forest would receive new residents, that they both want it or not.