Faolan, Haunter of Northweald
“Shutter the window and bolt the door
And Faolan will get you through the flood.”
– Children’s rhyme
The hamlet of Northweald was once renowned for its timber, beer, and hospitable people. All that changed two decades ago when a darkness crept into the forest. It was fast, it was powerful, and it has a taste for human flesh, both as sustenance and as fodder for its experiments. In the years since, the town dwindled to just a few residents, too poor or too old to seek refuge in the south. They had named their horror Faolan the Haunter, and it can be argued that the black plague was a release from his reign of terror.