Yet Nothing Compares To The Evil They Do

Evening fell quicker than Álarr anticipated. It was like one moment the sun was there and the next it was gone, leaving him wondering how he miscalculated so poorly. He steeled himself and pushed on through the Soulless Forest. He'd found some Alder bark as well as Willow and now it was time for him to work his way back. The forest was chilly and dark, a strange heaviness falling over the landscape. He moved along a path that seemed dark blue under the strange glow of the moon. His attention was immediately grabbed by a cluster of yellow green lights glowing near the base of a tree and as he approached he realized it was a strange clump of plants. No wait, little mushrooms? Álarr stared in surprise. He didn't know of any fungi that could survive growing in the winter. What on earth were they doing here?