Tucked away at the edge of Primrose Territory, Black Root Village is a fading relic of an older time, a small farming settlement steadily losing ground to the creeping advance of the Wyld. What were once thriving farmlands have become overgrown with gnarled roots, bioluminescent fungi, and strange flora that whisper in the wind. The few farmers who remain fight a constant battle to reclaim their fields, but with each passing season, the Wyld swallows more.

The village’s heart is more developed than one might expect for such an isolated place, owing to Everbloom’s vested interest in keeping the Wyld at bay. DailyQuest adventurers frequently pass through, drawn by the steady stream of contracts offering coin for slaying beasts, clearing corrupted land, and holding back the untamed magic of the wilds. This has led to the emergence of a handful of businesses catering to these adventurers—an outfitter supplying weapons and potions, a general store with provisions, and the tavern, which doubles as an informal guild hall where mercenaries swap stories and plan expeditions.

The village lacks a noble of its own, as governing Black Root is more of a burden than a privilege. Instead, the appointed administrator—granted the honorary title of Sir—reports to the least influential baron under the Duchess of Primrose. The current Sir Black Root is a pragmatic, weary soul, tasked with maintaining order in a place where villagers and transient adventurers alike grow increasingly desperate. His residence, while technically the grandest building in town, is little more than a large, reinforced home that serves as both a town hall and an emergency refuge when the Wyld pushes too close.

At the center of the village stands a small, weathered temple to Titania, the Fae Queen of Growth and Change. Though largely ignored by the passing adventurers, the locals cling to its presence, whispering prayers for protection against the encroaching wilds. Some claim that the temple’s roots run deep, keeping the worst of the Wyld’s corruption at bay, but whether this is truth or mere hope is unknown.

At night, Black Root Village is eerily quiet, save for the occasional call of a Wyld beast in the distance. Lanterns burn low, and doors are barred against whatever may lurk beyond the fading boundary of civilization. Those who stay in the village for too long speak of strange dreams and the feeling that something ancient stirs just beyond the tree line, waiting for the moment when Black Root Village is finally swallowed whole.