Ela Dero

The morbid tree that hangs out on its own. Grown crooked and odd it is a gruesome sight, and despite the fact it is dead on the harvest moon, the orange and red moons, the sap oozes from the weathered wood the color of blood. It is said whoever touches the sap is murderer by the reapers the fallowing days and it is said this is because the tree houses the corrupt spirit’s the Deity Baisu collects and tortures. But the daredevils seemed to have made this place the perfect one for meeting and greeting. Superstition thrown to the wind. One can occasionally find a raven perched and rabbits racing about, but no deer step food on the hard ground and few creatures stick around after nightfall. But! Nonetheless this place is the perfect for horrific tales and spooky stories. The perfect, haunting, unsettling setting, really.