Description

the forest

The Dalwry woodlands reside in the eerie countryside. The rural town of Thorpsedale borders the forest. The journey into the Dalwry begins by driving through an aisle of heavily forested trees. The narrow lane paves a shortcut through the haunted groves of Dalwry. After the sun goes down, the tenebrous evening is so black, the darkness hums. The faint sounds of nature murmur in the gloomy night. Black crows are cawing while perched on the branches of the pine trees. The howling of Wolves echoes in the distance. The full moon hangs over the trees, illuminating the somber sky with dim light. The bleak weather engulfs the forest in storm clouds. The ceaseless rain pours down, soaking people to their bones. 

 

the meadows

The meadows of Dalwry are known for its charming beauty - especially during the brisk winter. The meadow resides within the narrow valley between the mountains. When the meadow is covered in thick snow, the breathtaking view is composed of no other colors than white. The branches of the towering pine trees are crystallized with icicles, while the ground is glimmering with frost. Pale snowflakes fall and melt on the warm cheeks of the people who dwell there. The frozen, opaline waters of the lake in the woodlands are perfectly suitable for ice-skating. 

 

the feral pack mansion

The beginning of the path to the Feral Pack Mansion is a rather sinister location. There is a rugged, dirt road snaking through the trees and overgrowth. The cloudy mist conceals the end of the mysterious path. A black crow is perched on a blood-splattered, yellow caution sign that depicts the words Dead End. Although many think that they have reached a dead-end, the truth is that the Feral Pack placed the sign there to ensure nobody would venture down the path.

 

The road is a winding lane traveling up the steep slope of the mountainside. It is precariously narrow with haphazard twists and turns. Patches of overgrown moss and fallen rubble from the cliffs litter the path. They emerged from the dense cloudbank and ascended into a new altitude far from the forest ground. Nature clings to the grassy slopes. Vines and branches hang over your head, sprinkled with dewdrops. Billows of fossil-grey clouds float beneath them, wafting through the woodlands. The juniper-colored gorge below is fairly wide. A meandering river flows through the trees, glistening in the soft moonlight. 

 

Once you reach the top of the mountain, you carefully navigate down the road that weaves through the pinewood. You approach a row of six crooked trees which have a single letter carved into their trunks. They spell out the ominous word BEWARE and nothing more. Although one would think the Feral Pack placed that threatening message there as well to ensure nobody would venture down the path, it was not their doing. It was most likely someone who had discovered the dangers of Dalwry.

 

The manor peers through the trees, hidden within the overgrowth. It nearly appears uninhabited and ramshackle, however, the Feral Pack managed to restore some of its former glory. 

 

The Victorian mansion emerges from the fog like a desolate lighthouse. It's a large, four-story castle of decaying, smoke-colored brick. Overgrown moss and climbing vines wrap around the entire surface. The vegetation is the only source of color displayed on the bleak establishment. Streaks of mold are smeared across the exterior from the damp nights that have seeped into the structure.

 

The roof is deteriorating, green with growing lichen plants and caved in at the center. The hinged panels are corroded from years of heavy rainfall. The windows are rotted, tarnished and stained. They seem to have lost their luster centuries ago. The shutters that are covered in flaking speckles of aged paint creak in the wind. It's an eerie, lonesome tune of lost youth and beauty. The mansion's crumbling walls are nothing more than the ghostly silhouette of some previous existence.

 

When you approach the mansion, you may notice a decaying wooden sign nailed to a pine tree. Washed-out, white lettering had once been painted to display the bulletin: WARNING! Werewolves. 

 

Established

1896.

 

Established by 

Dean Duvall.

 

inhabited by

The Feral Pack.

 

history

The Dalwry woodlands are rumored to hold dark entities and creatures that lurk in the shadows. The Thorpsedale locals know not to dare visit the woods. 

 

Legend has it that the early Werewolf settlers of Dalwry placed a curse over the lands. It made the weather so daunting, it foreboded any unwanted visitors. Hence why the location is suitable for the Feral Pack's rather clandestine activities. The Werewolf settlers wanted to provide the Feral Pack with safe and secluded territory to call home.