WoodWick Manor

Its been years since you've been at the Woodwick manor, A house thats looks old and is even older, A large ring of evenly placed white toadstools rings the house edging on the cusp of the heavy trees that surround the property, you drive up the long path and stop just outside... Grandmothers funeral was a few weeks ago and when it was revealed that her every belonging was going to you, her favorite grandchild it wasn't much of a surprise....your family all tried to convince you to sell the house, Separate fully from their families 'madness' and endless gibberish of Elves and faires...but you couldn't...those same "Insane" stories built your childhood when you were left here with your Grandmother, alone...So now your here, Standing and facing your lonely and insane childhood, with faint memories of dancing with fairies in the garden and learning evlish, All things you've chalked up to you and your grandmothers wild imagination, but they always linger fondly.