Welcome to the Gloomy Hollows of Spookinite Valley
Some secrets shall always rest unseen in the darkness—far from the eyes of any curious mortal. Indeed, Spookinite Valley is the shadow that such secrets are obscured in. And without doubt, the Valley’s inhabitants are far from benevolent. For only between the desolate, gloomy mountains, inhospitable nightstalkers, violent ghouls, wrathful phantoms, and their innumerable tales of unutterable horrors lie in wait. Even the most dauntless of souls who dare venture into its uncanny depths will come to the inescapable realization that The Dark Sickness lives freely within the hearts of all. And once this knowledge is obtained, the trespasser will become sullied with the aforementioned morbidity of the heart.
---Many Ghoulish Tales Await The Living, Here In This Dark Place---
The Night Whence It Came
It was indeed an exceedingly cold evening in late October--every tree upon the vast hillsides shuddered while the furious thunder rumbled violently over the obscured valley. The tempest was imminent, but something of an even more malevolent nature was approaching. The wailing and unrested spirits could be heard from inside the walls of the forsaken Inn; for they knew that during the forthcoming unhallowed night, the long-awaiting secrets would be revealed and the lingering darkness would be released.
When The Darkness Grew
And as the dreadfulness of the proceeding night wore on, rather twisted and horrid things began transpiring--menacing whispers resounded over the broad cornfields while blackening hazes consumed the nightly heavens. All moonlight had ceased as the gruesome creatures freed themselves from underneath the earth--and then shortly after, their irredeemable hunger grew. But alas, it was merely the beginning of the end.
The Horrendous Ending
Ethereal winds began crying out unnaturally as the wraiths of the shadows descended upon the mortal realms. Heavy heartbeats resonated over the lands as brooding screams and shrieks endured unceasingly. Indeed, the grimness of such ghastly demise was evoked. Spectres of The Nocturnal chanted ancient hymns so thus the harvesting of darkness could commence, and every lost soul would be everlastingly incarnated into a creature borne from the Dark Sickness.