In the forest, the darkness only rivals the moon's other half. But it's the things in that darkness that are to be feared. Thus, is why, in the darkest part of the forest, my Master built his mansion. However, the tricky thing about the darkness, is that it's always hiding something. October 22nd. There were many guests to the mansion that night, and none of them were of the very trustworthy description. In fact, none of them were very trusting either. This story is comprised of eye witness accounts and the personal journals of those who were lost and found.
Please, enjoy yourself with a read, have some tea, and welcome, to the Redroot Mansion.