The veil of mist covered the forest in it’s tender embrace, tendrils meandering through the dank soil and wooden branches of this ancient woods. A downpour crashed into the leafed branches, forming a thousand waterfalls that mudded the ground and deafened the woods. The crashing of footsteps echoed through the muddy trees as a man ran drunkenly through the aeons old forest, crashing into trees and tripping over roots in his frantic fleeing. He was young, with a sharp nose and sad, droopy eyes that were riveted open in pure terror. He was obviously an educated gentleman, who’d followed the day’s trends to a letter, as his formerly prim coat and beautifully embroidered pocket watch showed. He continued his frantic retreat through the woods, almost constantly checking over his shoulder for some imagined horror. Finally tripping over the roots of an old ash tree, his body slamming into the cold murky mush and stopped. He turned, gibbering as a the an ancient and fearsome sound echoed through the woods. To his maddened eyes, a wall of darkness advanced upon his broken and bloodied form. He mouthed the ancient and strange words, “Iä Umarth” as the darkness descended around him. He witnessed a single eye open in the darkness, as the revelation of his irrelevance crushed his mind, gripping him in despair, he let loose a single, reverberating scream, before silence engulfed the woods.


The newspapers headlines were meaningless gossip about the disappearance of the acclaimed scholar. Everything from a Cult kidnapping to a love tryst were speculated, but eventually, everyone forgot about the vanished scholar, as his story faded into obscurity.