The Northern Passage
Descending the cliff-side, while easy due to an old, well worn pathway, managed to become rather time consuming as the lower you moved the thicker the vegetation became. Finally moving off the rock to solid earth, you find the air slightly warm and moist as the thick, enveloping canopy acted like a jar. Thick moss hung everywhere and completely encrusted any stones or boulders. The warmth is a nice change but soon becomes slightly annoying.
Continuing along the pathway, the village begins to come into sight, although something seems off. As you creep closer, your hearts sink as you find it empty of life. Six separate buildings stand in a ring around a central well and large fire pit. Two of the buildings had signs hanging above their doorways; one read 'Ingdrich' and the other 'Woods Hollow Inn'. Aging the structures was difficult as they were encased by the forest. Vines and branches and limbs twisted in and out of the structures. Moss and flowers of all type covered them in intricate and beautiful designs. It almost appeared as if the village had sprang to life from some strange plant. The wood, while slick, appeared to still be just as strong as the day it was first cut with no obvious signs of wear or weathering. Even more intriguing was the fact that the ground was not overgrown in any sense