The Madwood is a partially flooded valley full of twisted and withered willows. A few of the trees had knocked Lucky off his feet on occasion, but there had been none of the bloodcurdling events that superstitious folk prattle on about. No ghostly paladin galloping through the night, no winged demons waiting in ambush. No zombie king lurking in his hidden castle.

Not yet.

Lucky had been living in the Madwood for several months now, overseeing the construction of a massive tunnel which would link the town of Hax with the outside world. At first word of the calamity, he pulled on his cap and rushed out to inspect the damage. Lucky was violating the one rule he had insisted on laying down: nobody goes through the Madwood alone. But his tunnel had collapsed, he had to make sure no one was hurt, there was no time to waste.

The willows were restless that night. Political struggles at the highest level had culminated in a fate worse than death for one in their elder council. Suspicions ran rampant. They would not suffer some dwarven hotshot to scamper past with impunity.

Lucky tripped over a tree root that wasn't there a moment before. As he struggled to his feet, a dark elf sprung out of hiding and struck a vicious blow to the base of his skull. The tunnel to Hax had collapsed into rubble, and the genius who envisioned it had fallen into the hands of the ruthless dark elves.

You have come to this valley in search of the elusive town of Hax. It is said the town is overflowing with precious gems that impart tremendous powers. Many a brave soul has sought to open a trade route to Hax. Will you dare find success, where they found naught but an unmarked grave?

Unravel the myriad secrets of the Madwood, where power lurks behind the mask of weakness and the very armor on your back may seal your doom.