New Turen was a small, quiet town laying quietly in a more northern area. On the surface, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Just a small town that chose to keep to itself. But there was something deeper to it. Some myth or legend behind it. And well, nature itself knew of this dark myth. It almost beckoned for this myth to either leave or just wreak havoc on it. This was evidenced by the climate and the overall look of the town. New Turen always seemed to lay in a dark, overcast weather phenomenon. The temperature itself was cold and uninviting, plant life seemed to struggle to survive. 

However, there was a forest. This forest, though, somehow seemed to be darker than the town itself. No light penetrated the thickly woven canopy of leaves. It was here that New Turen's very own myth, or at the least, the story behind the myth resided. The people of this town avoided the forest, yet still resided near it, directly on the outskirts. 

Something seemed to just beckon them to remain where they are.