The shadowed woodlands of Nosiris were once peaceful as assassins, thieves and criminals respected the sacred lands, thought to be the home of the goddess Ryfia, as their mutual resting grounds. It was a place where grudges and rivalries were forgotten, even amongst the most brutal of foes. But that changed when the prince of Ithiel was nearly assassinated. The king pushed for answers from those who lingered in the forests, but no one would be the first to speak. Slowly, their population thinned as more and more “villains” were sent to their deaths for not being loose of tongue and tensions grew high. Then the ultimate attack from the king shattered what lingered of their neutrality. The woodlands were set aflame by the royal army, burned down to ashes and soot. The common folk that lingered in the area died a painful death and throughout five years many of the criminals that escaped migrated north to the Edholler Mountains. The king tightened security and gave up his manhunt. They weren’t followed, but the bitterness of losing the closest thing to a home that many of them would ever have started something horrid, a battle that painted the highlands overlooking the kingdom a bloody red. Years later, suspicion of who the "despicable" one was still runs wild. No one is truly safe.