A Murmur of Moonshadow: What is Dead, Never Lies

It is not unusual to find graves by the roadside; indeed many are the men who have been forced to re-slay their fallen comrades, many have not been entirely corrupted by the place and affection is not entirely absent. It is not unusual to find graves by the roadside; but it is truly rare to find a grave undisturbed.

Those buried in the unhallowed earth without are said to rise when the moons are right; when Cruor aligns with Shadow, and Despair hides beneath the horizon. It is said that the things that arise walk deeper into the forest; things of rotten flesh, bone, and root.

Often such abberations are found around ancient looking trees, thin pulsating roots finding nourishment and cold dead eyes ever watching for more. These grave trees have, so far, proven impossible to eradicate; attempts to fell them end in feeding them and attempts to burn them lead only to a foul stench of burning blood. As of now, 48 such trees are known and each has its own host....

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