Arkandale
The Horrors

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he dominating supernatural presence in Arkandale is undoubtedly the werewolves. Led by Alfred Timothy himself, the savage lycanthropes hold the domain in an unchallenged grip of terror. They respect strength and wisdom, but only in their own kind. They thrive on carnage, and Alfred's mad visions tend to direct and amplify their bloodlust. Though they are creatures of the forests, they regularly mount brutal attacks on the edges of villages.

Werewolf society is tightly interwoven in Arkandale. The werewolves are fiercely loyal to Alfred, as they believe he is a direct link to their wolf-god. Daily life revolves around the clan and family. There are several werewolf clans, some composed of normal werewolves, others of lowland loup-garou. Though the loup-garou tend to dominate the werewolves, collectively the lycanthropes view themselves as the children of Odanaula. As noted earlier, a majority of the werewolves are of Ohatchee blood, and so werewolf life follows an aboriginal social structure. There are, however, a growing number of werewolves descended from Arkandalens. These creatures are less content to live a barbarian existence, and much prefer to actively insinuate themselves into Arkandale society. They tend to dismiss Alfred's leadership and engage themselves with their bloody little masquerade. The woodland werewolves frown on the behavior of these outcasts, but Alfred has not taken a position on them yet.

Every full moon, the clans gather at the Circle, a mound ringed by sacred menhirs in central Arkandale. The site is holy to the lycanthropes; it is supposedly the location where Alfred received a vision from the wolf-god Odanaula. The thirteen towering stones are said to be the bones of the First Moon, which Odanaula threw to the earth after he devoured her. During the three evenings of the swollen moon, the werewolves offer sacrifices, dance, act out myths, and work medicine in the hopes that Odanaula will send them strength and satisfying kills in the coming months.

Of course, the werewolves are by no means the only supernatural creatures in the domain—merely the most visible. Many other denizens have sparked legends and rumors among the Arkandalens.

• The Black Warrior Caverns in northwestern Arkandale are an enormous network of natural limestone caves. The Caverns are named for a bloodthirsty Ohatchee brave called Bites-the-Rattlesnake, who lived ages ago. This mad savage attained the chieftainship of his tribe, and used it to satisfy his own taste for murder and mayhem. For his evil deeds, the Ohatchee disposed of his body in the deepest reaches of the caverns, hoping that his spirit would be devoured in the Underworld. Unfortunately, Bites-the-Rattlesnake does not sleep soundly in death. He has recently begun to stir and walk as one of the ancient dead. No doubt he is upset with the current state of affairs in Arkandale. Let the pale folk tremble...

• Near the headwaters of the Sunflower River, among the foothills of northern Arkandale, there are the remnants of a proud village, built by the Ohatchee ancestors. Little remains but a scattered collection of earthen mounds, shaped as flat-topped pyramids, curious effigies, or simple barrows. Some are tombs, but others appear to serve some mystical function. Arkandalens call the site Turtle Mounds. Though valuable ceremonial artifacts have been unearthed there, few are willing to brave the restless spirits and undead horrors that are reputed to lurk in forgotten chambers. Furthermore, goblins called kashehotapolo—as well as other strange beasts—haunt the surrounding woodlands.

• Somewhere along the Musarde between Gillsburg and Rolling Fork lies the lair of Happy Maddie, an insane greenhag. She waylays all who pass near her underwater abode, save the riverboats and their passengers. According to local folktales, Maddie is fond of holding tea parties with dead children as guests.

• Just north of Gillsburg stands a decrepit plantation known to the locals as Cotton Point. Its fields are overrun with brambles, and the ancient mansion is in a sorry state. Even curious children do not dare approach its gates, for local tall tales speak of kidnappings, cannibalism, and the walking dead. In truth, a married pair of necromancers reside at Cotton Point, where they conduct their perverse rituals. They have enslaved a horde of cannibal zombies as shock troops, which are kept locked in the mansion's root cellar and starved into submission.

• Every year in Arkandale, meteor showers foretell the coming of the doppleganger plants. These vegetable nightmares appear seemingly overnight, springing up in various spots throughout the domain. Even the werewolves are not immune to the siren call of these strange predators. Fortunately, the doppleganger plants—which Arkandalens call "Snatcher-Melon"—normally vanish just as quickly as they appear. Currently, there is large grove of the plants near the eastern edge of the domain that appears to be growing at an alarming rate.

• In southern Arkandale, near the point where a minor tributary from Vachelan joins the Arden River, there is a small, sandy, woodland isle known as Coldwater Island. It is the final resting place of The Scarlet Belle, a wrecked riverboat of demonic infamy. Within the rotting hull of the Belle, a terrible evil awaits: a cornugon baatezu known only as the Captain who has been trapped in Ravenloft. Greatly weakened, the fiend needs the lifeforce of evil beings to rejuvenate his powers. False rumors of sunken treasure serve to lure greedy mortals to the Belle. A loyal cult of wereracoons serve the Captain as guardians, capturing potential victims and keeping away the unwanted.

• Few words summon a shudder more quickly from Arkandale's plantation nobility than the Red Eyes. A secret society of escaped slaves, the Eyes carry out a guerilla war of butchery against slave owners and their agents. Their bloodthirsty leader, Yopawa, is as infamous as the men he commands. Few suspect the truth, however: Yopawa and his closest lieutenants are wereleopards. The Eyes keep a secret headquarters in a cave in southern Arkandale, and practice elaborate Voodan rituals.

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