Our Game World

Setting: The Province of Wollbach during the 10th Century

Tucked into the shadowed southwest of the Schwarzwald, the Province of Wollbach is a place forgotten by time and mostly left off the maps. The forest presses close here, thick with mist and memory. Trees lean like watchers. The ground itself seems to breathe.

Wollbach is the heart of a loose ring of isolated settlements: Egerten, Egisholz, Hammerstein, and Nebenau. Each village clings to its own strange traditions, shaped by generations of quiet fear and half-remembered stories. The people are wary. Not just of outsiders, but of the forest, the hills, the dark. Of things that were once worshipped and maybe still are.

The road to Wollbach is treacherous in ways that have nothing to do with weather or terrain. Maps suggest the journey should take four days from the nearest city. It never does. Paths split where they shouldn’t. Landmarks shift. Time stretches and snaps. Even those born here sometimes get lost on roads they’ve walked since childhood. Some vanish entirely. Most of the locals have given up trying to explain it.

Leaving the province is possible, but rarely wise. Those who return carry strange stories and stranger scars. A few come back hollow-eyed and silent. Some don’t come back at all. People here have learned not to ask too many questions. The land does not take kindly to scrutiny.

Something old sleeps beneath the soil. Something older still walks without shape in the fog. The veil is thin here, and the things that slip through do not always leave.

This is Wollbach. And the forest remembers everything.
 
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