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Flavor text for a D&D adventure and campaign:

The sandstone pillars, known by locals as “The Soldiers”, stand grey and gargantuan, jutting out over the landscape as the Forest of Wyrtithe breaks around them.

There is something unsettling and otherworldly about them. In the dimming light of the setting sun, they cast monstrous shadows that stretch toward you, darkening the forest and blackening the ground to pitch.

Against this backdrop stands a single, solitary tree - the one that the people of Thaerum Cast call “The Weeping Tree”. For the past several hundred years, this is where executions were held - ropes pulled taut across the bleach-white branches of the witch-wood tree.

Stark and skeletal, The Weeping Tree crouches hungrily on a rock shelf, its thick roots digging like tendrils around its base. From several of its claw-like branches hang corpses, left to the weather and rot. Skulls from previous occupants have been stacked in the cavities formed by its roots.