Shrewdling Legends

Nestled within the twisted foliage of the Sickly Hills, The PlagueMonger’s Hut emanates an unsettling aura. The air is thick with the scent of decay and something foul, making it difficult to breathe. Strange whispers seem to dance among the gnarled trees, hinting at the unspeakable experiments taking place inside. This is a place where the bounds of nature and morality have been irreversibly blurred, as the PlagueMonger concocts horrific diseases that could turn the tide of mortal existence.

A dark, sprawling hut covered in creeping vines and patches of bizarre fungi, with windows that ooze a sickly green mist, surrounded by twisted roots and skeletal branches that seem to reach out like grasping hands, under a permanent overcast sky.