The Strid

Encircled by lush mountains, there’s only one way in, and out, of the Strid. Travelers suggest leaving before high noon, when the rising sun still shines through the ravine to illuminate its dark, sheltered heart – because as the days grow longer, so too do the shadows. What starts as a stroll through an idyllic hawthorn tunnel quickly devolves into a slow prowl through pitch darkness. The lucky ones that brave the black wilderness will find a stone altar, bathed in bioluminescent ambience, in the very center – and the unlucky find themselves lying across it.