Once known as a forest of solitude, the entrance to the pine trees is now a bleak and dreary graveyard.  Dead grass and moss fill the ground along with crawling critters that mark fear in the mind among the he who venture here.  Tombstones so old many of the names are no longer eligible.  Dense fog surrounds the area, thick tree tops blotting out the sunlight, and an eerie silence fills the air.  Cold it feels, the air, but the ground is soft and warm.  Sound can not enter, no escape this dwelling.
Pine tree graveyard, Forest
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I am a member of an unruly crowd, and we are angry with our warlike feudal lord. Ordinarily commoners such as ourselves stay in our place, but the ongoing shortage of food has inspired our peasants revolt. Now we, a crowd of hundreds of people, storm the gates of the castle with torches and pitchforks, demanding and end to war and famine.
This food shortage is going to lead to a revolution.  Look how many have been buried here! I am lucky i'm just a critter that doesn't take much food