Haunted Hollow

Within the depths of the Maiden’s Braid, nestled against the twisting roots of the mangrove swamp, lies a dilapidated cottage. One nearly reclaimed entirely by nature in the ways foliage intertwines with mixed stone and wood. From a glance, there appears to be nothing out of the ordinary - merely housing long abandoned - though should one linger in its presence there comes an undeniable whisper. A lure which beckons them within despite the way feelings of dread permeates the land; telling of the rumored beasts which lurk beneath the surface.

For those who ignore their baser instincts and press on through the cabin they may stumble across the entrance to a winding system of tunnels. Many of them painstakingly dug out by the cabin’s old owner with nothing more than flickering firelight or the faint bioluminescence of plant life to illuminate its corridors.