======The Quiverwoods======

====The Health Service Lives On====
A new system which continues thanks to its popularity, widespread appeal, and the dedication of the staffmembers and volunteers: The Quiverwoods Health Service. This is a boon to the people of the region. The main hospital site, unfortunately, now lies desolate, as the Countess Estella dell'Æmoglobina razed the site following betrayal and incompetence of the founding Underlings (stories differ widely and have changed in the telling). However, the principle was established and a couple of other hospitals followed, including one adjacent to traditional werewolf lands. Aside from buildings, the chain of trained medics stretches out from the forests out to the lakes and foothills. Some involved even petitioned for strike support and financial boons from the Underlings Union. Good deeds continue at a steady stream at the clinics, making life easier for ordinary people as well as Underlings engaged in more difficult tasks. Even if there are, in certain outposts, rumours of involuntary blood donations, or pieces of people going missing to end up attached to Villains with varying degrees of talent of suturing...

====Fight or Flight?====
Many would say the forests in the realm of Gothic Horror have never been exactly //hospitable//, but strange powers or magics have been at work to alter the breath of life. Following a series of incursions from construction companies and influencers/content creators, foreign intruders have found the natural areas to be less at ease, even if that tranquil air also always did previously hold danger. This was shown in the next batch of intruders, for example in the form of dedicated companies providing mushroom hunting excursions after a trend elsewhere in Nequam with widely (and inaccurately) advertised chances of finding golden mushrooms.

These intruders found themselves dealing with a forest which seemed to be much more on the edge than previously, with beasts that would in prior times have fled starting to stand and fight. Even tree boughs, accosted by construction companies and mundane woodcutters alike, appear nowadays to quiver with rage rather than shake tremulously. The air of aggressive defensiveness - the mother wild sow standing up to the wolf, the squirrel in a corner launching itself at the cat - is stronger. The change in the nature is palpable. The woods, facing fright, has a consistent response: Fight, not flight.