Journal Monstrae

Humans have always lived in the shadow of the Monstrae, dwelling in little hamlets and villages far from their ravenous gazes. You of course grew up in one such village called Gothspell, a quaint collection of cobblestone cabins nestled deep in the misty bluewood forests of the West, far from the bustling cities of the monstrae and with only the most amiable varieties like harmless woodland slimes, gentle-natured slugs, and skittish foxes mingling with the village. Nonetheless, people did go missing on occasion, but it would almost always be the sort who would be better off never returning, or those who likely gave consent to whatever fate awaited them. You on the other hand have always been curious about the outside world, having been both terrified and fascinated of what lies beyond the shallow cobbled walls that encircle Gothspell for as long as you can remember. Now you have been granted the title of âSeelieâ and given the job of delivering all sorts of things between the distant human villages; it’s a treacherous job most are loathe to find themselves tasked with, as it brings many into direct contact with the Monstrae.​