The sun shone weakly from high above. Something about this area of the world just always seemed … off. Even in the hottest parts of midsummer, the area surrounding the Ravenhill Woodlands always seemed to have a slight chill in the air. Even the sun was kept at bay from the ground from the oppressive fog that carpeted the grass and low-lying roots of the large and ancient trees. With the watery light fighting and struggling to break through the clouds and trees, the camera of our viewpoint shifts to our approaching adventurers. From this distance the three forms all seemed to be on the smaller size. Were they really the brave adventures who dared to risk their own health for the benefit of ImpInc? Despite the plethora of bright yellow warning tape and notices nailed to the trees from the before mentions company stating they were not responsible for the injuries to any imp that choose to enter this cursed place to explore, to research or to steal from the newly identified Sanguine