• The domain of the Duke of Brackenwold is more commonly known as Dolmenwood, so-called for the densely forested locale that is home to many strange, rune-carved dolmens whose meanings have been lost to time. The woods sit at a place where the boundary between the mortal world of Man and the realm of Fairy grows thin.


• Something calls to you from the heart of the woods…


• A half-remembered pact with a spirit from a dream or perhaps an ancient memory not your own. The mossy trails seem to shift when unobserved, the scent of damp earth and wildflowers drawing wayfarers in deeper into the verdant maze. Tales are abundant of those who enter the deepst thickets and are never seen again, or who return decades later, looking not a day older and unaware any time has passed at all. Other fables whisper of an ancient power sleeping beneath the roots, waiting for someone bold or foolish enough to seek it.

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Do you swear fealty to the Duke...

Ruling from the supposedly impregnable Castle Brackenwold on the south-eastern verge of the forest, the Dukes of Brackenwold trace their line back to the earliest settlers in the region. All mortal folk within the Wood—from the humblest beggar to the highest lord—pay fealty to the duke. The whole forest is his property.

...or are you a vassal of the Unseelie Court?

The Nag-Lord A wicked, trickster figure of local folklore, said to keep unholy court in the twisted northern woods, where his corrupted minions lair. The Nag-Lord is known in folktales as the “King of the Woods,” and is portrayed as being part man, part unicorn, with nine legs (nine being regarded as an especially accursed number).

Are you a faithful Pluritine...

The monotheistic Pluritine Church dominates throughout Dolmenwood and beyond. While it holds much political clout, the Church's prominence in Dolmenwood is of late diminished in favour of heathen faiths. Many shrines and chapels that once saw regular worship have fallen into ruin and been reclaimed by the forest. Some within the Church seek to rediscover and re-sanctify these lost shrines.

...or do you cavort with the Drune?

A cabal of sorcerers who roam the Wood, cloaked in black. They claim the magical energies of Dolmenwood and what god they worship is a matter of conjecture, for they guard their secrets with their lives. In the eyes of the Church they are to be eradicated, for it is said they deal in devil worship and human sacrifice. Kidnap by the Drune is among the greatest fears of the simple folk of Dolmenwood, who refer to the cult as “the Hooded Men,” fearing to speak the word “Drune.”