The Deadwood is my home. It’s an ethereal and haunted forest of which I am both protector and ruler.

The Deadwood sits in Hell, east of the Carcass Plains. It is bordered almost entirely by the River Styx, which feeds the trees. It is a giant forest covering hills, mountains, moor, and valleys, and its biomes are varied and many. Different regions of the Deadwood range from snow-covered evergreens, to mist-engulfed and leafless whispering willow trees.

Cryptids tend to find their way to Hell when they die, so I have granted the majority of them homes here by changing or adding in various parts of the Deadwood. Despite the fear humans have toward them, these creatures are even-tempered for the most part and usually wish to be left alone. They’re well-behaved enough. It’s been years since I’ve had to scruff a bigfoot and remind it who wears the metaphorical pants around here.

There are quite a few cryptids and monsters here at this point. Multiple bigfoots, a five-headed hydra, Nessie, the Mothman, two black unicorns (they breathe fire now), and a lot of others all have various lairs throughout my woods.

The Whisperer in the Woods helps me keep them in line, but I won’t burden you with exactly what in the fuck that thing is for your own sake.

Suffice it to say, you’re fine down here while you’re with me. So don’t be afraid, and let’s learn something new!