ObsideanWarrior
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To find the Three Rocks Woods, you have to have connections. Most maps don't even plot the Three Rocks Woods. Ask a local, and he or she would tell you the Woods stretched from State Route 23A on the east, up to near Baldy Hill in the north, and Tommy's Pile in the southeast. That last landmark, the Pile, consists of a hill of heavily weathered, crumbling shale that topped out at 2,412' above sea level. The Three Rocks Woods (referred to as "Three Rocks" by the locals) covered approximately 32 square miles. Most of the area was heavily forested, though on its southern edge the Three Rocks petered out into scattered copses and brush. There were four lakes--one covering about a square mile, the other two lesser, the third barely large enough to be called a lake.
Locals in nearby Shelbyville, a burg of some 3,012 souls, tended to avoid the Three Rocks. In fact, if you try to talk to anyone over forty or so about the Three Rocks, you'll likely get a cursory response or two--and then the subject would be changed. If the oldster was bribed with a little alcohol--a tactic used by a reporter for a daily in nearby Lancaster a few years back--you might get him to talk about the two families found dead in the Three Rocks back in 1973, the three rape victims in homes near the Three Rocks who also disappeared--some say they were "disappeared" by government agents. The tipsy codger might go on about the surveying crew that vanished without a trace in 1940, or the strange aurora that hovered over the woods for a week back in 1907, or the Indian tribe that was decimated in 1874, with the survivors speaking unbelievable tales of two-legged monsters with piggish faces and greenish skin.
"Injun fever," a local doctor called it...though fevers didn't usually leave victims with deep cuts and contusions.
Compasses are known to go screwy near the Three Rocks, which is why pilots tend to avoid the area. Radios are also unreliable. So the Three Rocks Woods are just...ignored.
But somehow, your sorority at the state college unearthed the story of the Three Rocks. The cursed woods. And what a way to initiate pledges...like the kids who dare someone to spend the night in a neighborhood's "haunted house," only this house is the size of a major city. And the things that go bump in the night are all too real...
I threw out the sorority as a plot hook, but your character does not have to be in the sorority to join the story. This will be a dark and gritty GM-directed tale, primarily intended for female characters. There will be plot and mystery as well as sex...
Locals in nearby Shelbyville, a burg of some 3,012 souls, tended to avoid the Three Rocks. In fact, if you try to talk to anyone over forty or so about the Three Rocks, you'll likely get a cursory response or two--and then the subject would be changed. If the oldster was bribed with a little alcohol--a tactic used by a reporter for a daily in nearby Lancaster a few years back--you might get him to talk about the two families found dead in the Three Rocks back in 1973, the three rape victims in homes near the Three Rocks who also disappeared--some say they were "disappeared" by government agents. The tipsy codger might go on about the surveying crew that vanished without a trace in 1940, or the strange aurora that hovered over the woods for a week back in 1907, or the Indian tribe that was decimated in 1874, with the survivors speaking unbelievable tales of two-legged monsters with piggish faces and greenish skin.
"Injun fever," a local doctor called it...though fevers didn't usually leave victims with deep cuts and contusions.
Compasses are known to go screwy near the Three Rocks, which is why pilots tend to avoid the area. Radios are also unreliable. So the Three Rocks Woods are just...ignored.
But somehow, your sorority at the state college unearthed the story of the Three Rocks. The cursed woods. And what a way to initiate pledges...like the kids who dare someone to spend the night in a neighborhood's "haunted house," only this house is the size of a major city. And the things that go bump in the night are all too real...
I threw out the sorority as a plot hook, but your character does not have to be in the sorority to join the story. This will be a dark and gritty GM-directed tale, primarily intended for female characters. There will be plot and mystery as well as sex...