Tʜᴇ Fᴏʀɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ Rᴇᴀʟᴍs [Fᴀɴ Vᴇʀsɪᴏɴ]

Beneath a crooked ridge of ancient trees lies the Gloamroot Warrens—a twisting network of burrows and fungal hollows where truth itself decays. Originally a badger warren overtaken by invasive mycelium, the Church of Cyric now use this subterranean sprawl to store false documents, create counterfeit relics, and train infiltrators in the art of illusion. Fungal spores cloud the mind, creating double memories and fractured truths. Cultists emerging from the warren often carry false identities, deeply convinced of their legitimacy. It’s not only a hideout—it’s a crucible of chaos, where even the faithful are tested by their own unstable minds. Few who enter emerge with the same face, name, or sanity.

From above, the Gloamroot Warrens appear as a gentle rise overgrown with thick ferns and lichen-patched stone. Small, round entrances yawn like mouths in the earth, exhaling spores in lazy pulses. Inside, tunnels spiral and split in ways that defy natural logic, with walls slick with phosphorescent mold casting rippling lights in greens and purples. Strange murals pulse faintly, and hidden chambers branch off at impossible angles, each holding secrets of deception and transformation.