"Deep in the woods, beyond the darkest depths of the forest, lies an old, rotting manor. Many a curious lives have gone into it's depths, and few have ever returned. Those that have are never quite the same. Babbleing, and shudding, weaving tales of terror and torment, of the undead and the never alive. But most of all, of a fearsome beast, who hunts down any who enter without permission. A terrible creature, large and hulking, inky black scales that blend into the shadows, and terrible wings the block the moon. But worst of all, they say, this creature, this abomination for terrible black magic, has no head, only an inky darkness seeping from the gaping neck. A few rumors have stated that the best fashions a fake head out of pommekin's until the next victim stumbles into the manor. And until obtained a new head.

So stay away from the woods, or you'll loose that which is settled onto you're sholders."