You are walking through the dense forest of Brickwood. The dead, rotting leaves layered over browning grass crunches below your feet. The sky is obstructed by ominous clouds, but the sun should be seated atop the horizon by now. Abruptly, you trip over a large root! Stumbling into a clearing, you slam into something hard, rotted, and foul. You look up, and lay eyes upon the most twisted, gnarled thing you've ever seen.