Dundarave, WA

Hexes are 3 miles across.

Subject to future changes as I run it and decide what I need more or less of. I have collected a variety of dungeons and modules that fit the setting, and will append more of them to this document as I decide where they go.



0101 — Timberland owned by the Howells-Rush Logging Company. Enough space to ride an ATV between the trees, and a few small logging roads that can accommodate larger vehicles entering and leaving to the south and east. Abundant wild huckleberries.

0201 — Timberland owned by the Howells-Rush Logging Company. Enough space to ride an ATV between the trees, and a few small logging roads that can accommodate larger vehicles entering and leaving to the south and west. Dennis Toole (31, he/him), a local drug dealer, drives his truck here on the first Saturday of each month to buy product (mostly cocaine, sometimes LSD or heroin) from Natalia (39, she/her) and Aaron (35, he/him) Grieves, who smuggle it from upriver. Dennis is armed with a mall karambit and a poorly maintained break action shotgun (3d6 12-gauge shells) kept in his truck. Natalia is armed with a switchblade knife and silenced mp5 submachine gun on her person (9mm, 15 round magazine, 2d6 magazines) and an AWM sniper rifle kept on Aaron’s ATV (.300 Winchester Magnum, 5d6 rounds). Aaron claims to be a pacifist and carries no weapons, but will run people over with his ATV if panicked.

0301 — Timberland owned by the Howells-Rush Logging Company. Enough space to ride an ATV between the trees. A herd of deer bed here. Abundant wild huckleberries and woodsorrel.

0401 — Timberland owned by the Howells-Rush Logging Company. An ancient rusted logging winch embedded in a hill marks the location of Natalia and Aaron Grieves’s campsite, used when they are in the area. When they are present, a military surplus tent is set up and their ATV parked nearby, and the old logging winch itself is used to conceal packages of cocaine, LSD, heroin, PCP, and ecstasy. A faint trail to the east can be tracked to their concealed boat. The local deer herd travels through here regularly.
The logging winch marks a place of power, left deliberately as a marker of an old sacrifice disguised as a dreadful work accident.

0501 — The highway and river travel parallel through a buffer of state-managed forested wetland between timber company holdings, and a few residences dot the woods on the highways east side. Of note is the large homestead of Octavia Howell (25, she/her), one of the heirs to the Howell timber fortune. She is a self declared hippie spiritualist at odds with her family. She keeps chickens and goats. Natalia and Aaron Grieves pay her house calls to sell LSD and ecstasy to her and her friends.

0601 — Timberland owned by the McKinnon Logging Company. Dense and hard to see through, with minimal room to operate vehicles outside of sparse logging roads. Blackberry bushes grow massive.

0701 — Timberland owned by the McKinnon Logging Company. Dense and hard to see through, with minimal room to operate vehicles outside of sparse logging roads. Blackberry bushes grow massive.

0801 — Timberland owned by the McKinnon Logging Company. Dense and hard to see through, with minimal room to operate vehicles outside of sparse logging roads. Blackberry bushes grow massive.

0102 — On the north side of the road, timberland owned by the Howells-Rush Logging Company. On the south side, apple orchards owned by Bruce McDairmid. Trail cameras dot the apple trees. A number of locals who don’t work in the timber industry are employed tending the orchards, but they never get a chance to enter the grounds of their employer. The apples harvested are driven away in unmarked white trucks. McDairmid sells them to a nearby brewery he has invested in.

0202 — On the north side of the road, timberland owned by the Howells-Rush Logging Company. On the south side, apple orchards and the private driveway to Dundarave Castle. To reach the castle grounds, a visitor must pass through two security gates: one at the start of the road, another at the castles fenceline itself. Orchard workers have a parking lot available to them immediately after the first security gate.

0302 — Dundarave Bridge crosses over the river in state-managed wetland, home to a sizable beaver population. Fresh grafitti on the side of the bridge: YOU WILL NEVER KNOW PEACE spray painted in dark blue, obscuring older faded grafitti mostly consisting of names and rude phrases.

0402 — Grassy wetland along the highway. A few houses, notably the Kenney Home, purveyors of fresh fish and a secret bait recipe many locals swear by (10 dollars for a cup of the foul smelling paste). The Kenneys consist of the father Fred (47, he/him), mother Charlotte (47, she/her), twin sons James and Matthew (both 16, both he/him), and the secret thing that lives in their ever-flooded basement (approx 600, she/her), kept safe from prying eyes after being unearthed in exchange for the secret bait and fishing-favor (the whole family feels the call of the soil). The waterways are popular for fishing: every weekend, the Kenney family can be seen here enthusiastically catching and cleaning trout along the river, and 1d10 others will be similarly engaged (though always somewhat less successful).

0502 — Overgrown grassland, full of huge old stumps. It belongs to the McKinnon Logging Company but was never replanted after it was logged. 1-in-6 chance of d6 locals practicing shooting in the field.

0602 — Timberland owned by the McKinnon Logging Company. Dense and hard to see through. A rural gravel road leads up into the hills. Dotted with old homesteads, several abandoned. The home of Gregory Abbot (36, he/him) displays a hand drawn sign in the front yard: “HIPPIES LEAVE.” The home of Martha (28, she/her) and Rebecca (31, she/her) Teague is covered in their complicated chainsaw art, old stumps turned into ornate animals.

0702 — A commune compound, inhabited by 16 members who broadly share a Hippie-Libertarian worldview and have chosen to opt out of society as much as they can. A US flag, a POW flag, and a Nuclear Disarmament peace sign flag fly above 30 small huts clustered around one larger building that serves as a grow operation. Goats and chickens wander, and various small areas are fenced off for crops, mostly potatoes. The compound boasted an additional 25 members as of ten years ago, but there was an exodus after it was revealed the site was atop a subterranean bunker built by white supremacists in the 70s. Douglas Sunflower (60, he/him), whose wealth bought the property, knew this and kept it secret from the rest. He refuses to entertain the idea that he could be following in the neonazi’s footsteps, based on his broadly appropriative spiritual practices taking from a variety of cultures. Most of the rest remaining agree with him, but Leo (26, he/him) and Caroline (24, she/her) Mayer hold active neonazi beliefs and hope to sieze the compound in the future – they have stockpiled several ArmaLite AR-15 rifles unbeknownst to the rest (.223 remington, 20 round magazines, 6d6 magazines hidden under mattress), in addition to the Browning A-5 shotgun that they are permitted by the commune (12 gauge, 4 round magazines, carrying compound residents have 3d6 shells on their person). Caroline is additionally an occultist who knows the ritual to consecrate a weapon. The current youngest member of the commune, Rain (14, she/her for now but subject to change were she to learn more of the outside world), feels the call of the soil and wishes to leave. Local drug dealer Dennis Toole drives to the commune on Wednesdays to buy and trade other drugs for their homegrown weed.

0802 — Timberland owned by the McKinnon Logging Company. Dense and hard to see through, with minimal room to operate vehicles outside of sparse logging roads. Blackberry bushes grow massive.

0103 — Timberland owned by the Howells-Rush Logging Company. Enough space to ride an ATV between the trees. An abandoned campsite is hidden here, a tent torn to shreds and several bullet holes in the trees. An Undertaker lurks nearby. If she could ensnare an undead army, she would besiege Dundarave Castle.

0203 — Dundarave Castle, supposedly a perfect replica of the Scottish castle it and the town are named for, not that anyone is getting in to see. Owned by the phenomenally rich Bruce McDiarmid, whose family supposedly made it big gold prospecting before becoming investors in local logging industry. Mr. McDiarmid employs 10 on-site guards, none locals, all armed — all with pistols, knives, and batons, three with semi-automatic shotguns, two with scoped hunting rifles, one with a tactical crossbow, and one with a carefully maintained Beretta Modello 38 submachine gun that supposedly saw active use in WWII. The grounds are additionally surrounded by 15 foot tall fence topped with barbed wire, and concrete sunk 20 feet deep and inscribed with glyphs that shatter mundane mining equipment.
A lone groundskeeper, Adam Eddings, dresses in 16^th century period garb and carries a bow. Rumor in town is that there is an entire family of staff in the castle who are also committed to this historical reenactment, or else that there used to be and Mr. McDiarmid lives in squalor despite his wealth. Both are partially right: McDiarmid, Eddings, and the security team are occultists, and have bound the ghosts of former family staff to his service.
The occultists are all familiar with rituals to converse with the dead, and to consecrate weapons. Eddings knows the locations all the local places of power.
11 computers with internet access can be found in the castle, 10 (1 per guard, each with a password only known to themself) in a room assembled into an occult work area, and 1 in McDiarmid’s personal study.
Beneath the castle, a labyrinth.

0303 — Upper Dundarave Lake is murky and choked with old logs and woodland debris. Fishermen avoid it. An Elder Lichen grows on a large rock in the midst of the mess. At night, there is a 1-in-6 chance that one of the Dundarave Castle occultists are visiting it.

0403 — Grassland owned by the Howell family, where their cows graze. A small trailer park along the road is home to many out-of-town or new-to-town workers.

0503 — Grassland. Faded political signs are posted at the corners where roads fork away. A single billboard advertises the local pizza place: a cartoon anthropomorphized pizza slice smiles and says “Kids love a slice from Bradley’s! Pepper-only a short drive away!”

0603 — Overgrown grassland, full of huge old stumps. It belongs to the McKinnon Logging Company but was never replanted after it was logged. The road turns from pavement to gravel where it forks here. Homes with trees in their yards break up the grassy monotony.
Of note is the home of one of the few local black families, Claire (35, she/her) and Jalen (35, he/him) Wood and their child Malachi (6, he/him). Claire has a reputation for her excellent car repair skills, and is responsible for many local teens having vehicles that actually work. Jalen works for McKinnon Logging.
A gunshot rings out the first time passing by the driveway and mailbox (painted with a sasquatch) of the just-out-of-sight Reading residence – not an uncommon sound in the woods, but this one is accompanied by a breaking window. Eddy Milch (he/him, 26), armed with a Remington 700 rifle (.223 remington, 1 open box of ammo with 19 rounds left) has just taken revenge on Marcus “Bull” Reading (he/him, 52), part of a long and bloody vendetta. The Reading family were once big shots of small town crime several counties east, monopolizing the meth dealing business. Something scared them off five years back and they scattered to various hiding places. Eddy’s parents were gunned down by a Reading Family member in a business dispute when he was a teen, and he has made it his mission to seek them out. This is his sixth victim, but his faith in his mission is wavering — he will attempt to lay low in the house, eating the last of the food in the house reading “Bull” Reading’s collection of Sasquatch and alien abduction focused literature until he cant help but be swayed by it.

0703 — Timberland owned by the McKinnon Logging Company. Dense and hard to see through, with minimal room to operate vehicles outside of sparse logging roads. Blackberry bushes grow massive.

0803 — An old decaying church and graveyard sit among the trees, a place of ritual power. This was a favorite haunt of local goth teens until the Nameless Man (40, he/him, gravesorcerer1975 on the tunneler forums and chatrooms) appeared in it last year, frightening them off. The Nameless Man wears an oversized and muddied black naval greatcoat and weilds a pickaxe, a shovel, a Colt Diamondback revolver with inscrutible etchings covering it (.22 LR, 5 rounds and one spent casing), and has 40 sticks of dynamite stashed in the church. He knows the rituals to create a charm of protection and to bind an oath. He would take his name back from beneath Dundarave Castle, and plans his siege.

0104 — Timberland owned by the Howells-Rush Logging Company. Enough space to ride an ATV between the trees, though the especially damp and uneven ground makes this difficult. Ponds with bottom feeding fish and rough skinned newts occasionally connect to the nearby lake during floods.

0204 — West Dundarave Lake is popular for recreational fishing, whether from makeshift docks on the marshy shoreline or from small boats and canoes. Multiple enterprising locals make a quick buck by giving “tours” of the castle, which can be seen pretty clearly from the lake. On most mornings, the Warmly Dressed Man (54, he/him) is on the lake in his canoe, holding a large thermos of coffee, wearing his wool cap with ear warmers, long blue scarf and matching mittens, and grey wool jacket. He is a CIA occultist who knows rituals to consult the dead and is stationed here to spy on Bruce McDiarmid. In his jacket is a silenced Beretta M9 (9mm, 15 round magazine, 4 magazines), and in the bottom of the canoe, a case holds a SR-25 rifle (7.62, 20 round magazine, 2 magazines). McDiarmid knows he’s here, and he knows that McDiarmid knows. Locals know him by his false identity as Mr. Holt, though none know where he lives or sleeps, nor can they easily find out — he is beyond the need for sleep.

0304 — East Dundarave Lake, where it touches the town proper, is bordered by a poorly maintained park. When the weather isn’t disgusting, children love to swim in the shallows. No weather can stop the fishermen who line up on the shore, or who use the muddy boat launches to deliver their personal vessels to the water. Where the lake deepens, a place of power: swimmers find themselves drawn there, and more than one person has nearly drowned in another part of the lake to unexpectedly resurface here, saved by the ghosts of two lovers who drowned here long ago. These survivors find themselves dreaming of two grim-faced women dragging them through the frigid riverbed.

0404 — The businesses and government buildings of the town of Dundarave, Washington are packed in among residences.
City Hall is built in a historically important former banquet hall and theatre, and is ostentatious for having almost nobody in it at any given time. Mayor Henry Mccoy (he/him, 43) is nearly always out hiking.
The Dundarave Sheriff’s Office, used to a low energy existence of occasionally bothering local drug users and sending home teens caught drinking in the woods, is in consternation at the sudden influx of shovel-carrying weirdos from out of town. Sheriff Trent Woodward (he/him, 40) and his nephew and deputy Callum Woodward (he/him, 29) conspire overtime to determine exactly what these newcomers are up to – they suspect a terrorist conspiracy.
The Dundarave Public Library is small and understaffed. Head librarian Sheila Roberts (52, she/her) maintains a small exhibit on the indigenous Nooksack people and runs a meeting on Friday nights meant to allow indigenous (mostly Nooksack and other Salish tribal groups) locals a regular social function and access to various social resources. There is a public computer with internet here, sometimes with a waiting list to use it — 3-in-6 chance that it is in use for the next 2d4 hours whenever players arrive.
Betsy’s Bucks is the most reputable hunting and shooting supply store in town, and Tabitha McKinnon (she/her, 35) knows the story behind every taxidermied animal within, most shot by her mother Betsy.

0504 — Dundarave for the common man. Apartments and cheap housing, the grimier of the two local gas stations, and the local family diner, The Woodchipper.
Treeline Motel is dirt cheap and serves as the base of the Tunneler influx, various shovel-bearers sharing rooms packed to the brim. Rich eccentric Pierre Coulton (he/they, 37, protogeometric on the forums) pays for rooms for those who can’t afford them, though he cant make it himself. Also staying here is the Nondescript Man (he/him, 31), one of several CIA occultists called in to address the surge in activity. He carries no weapons but his own judo training and knowledge of how to paralyze most living things with a drawn pattern.
I have placed the module Hello, We’ve Been Trying To Reach You by Tim Obermueller in this hex.


0604 — Timberland owned by the Mckinnon Logging Company, with private land owned by the McKinnon Family along the gravel road. Sheryl McKinnon (she/her, 34) and her child Tim McKinnon Jr. (publicly he/him, privately it/its, 16) live in an ostentatious and poorly designed mansion, avoiding each other. Tim Sr. (he/him, 40) is almost always away on business. The rest of the living McKinnon family live primarily in Seattle, but visit on holidays.
The McKinnon Mansion has two computers with working internet, one in the downstairs living room and the other in Tim Sr.’s upstairs bar room hobby project (partially unpainted).
Tim Jr. sneaks out to visit the various haunts of its friends whenever possible. It is embarrassed to have them visit here.

0704 — Timberland owned by the Mckinnon Logging Company. Dense and hard to see through, with minimal room to operate vehicles outside of sparse logging roads. Blackberry bushes grow massive. Sparse properties scattered along the road, several owned by absent McKinnon family members. A werebat lurks in one of their abandoned barns: Tethys (they/she, 27) used to live in the abandoned church nearby, secretly watching over the goth teens, but fled when the Nameless Man arrived. The Nameless Man does not know about her.

0804 — Timberland owned by the Mckinnon Logging Company. Dense and hard to see through, with minimal room to operate vehicles outside of sparse logging roads. Large boulders and small ravines make for uneven terrain.

0105 — Timberland owned by the Howells-Rush Logging Company. Enough space to ride an ATV between the trees, though the especially damp and uneven ground makes this difficult. An abandoned Tunneler campsite contains a tent with two pickaxes, a saw, one pair of oilskin overalls, a stick-and-poke tattoo kit, a box of luminescent chalk, an Omnivore Worm in a lead box, and a large amount of cheap supermarket brand sodas. A piece of paper, contained in a zipper-sealed plastic bag to protect from the rain, is pinned to a nearby tree: “this camp belongs to TEDDY ‘DRILLIONAIRE’ WINTERS shout outs to my boys PROFESSORPLUM2 and LINDATHESHOVELMAMA iou both a beer”
Teddy Winters (he/him, 25, DRILLIONAIRE on the forums and chatrooms) has gone to investigate Harlowe House.

0205 — Timberland owned by the Howells-Rush Logging Company. Enough space to ride an ATV between the trees, though the especially damp and uneven ground makes this difficult. A manmade drain pours excess water from Lake Dundarave into the forest, creating the swampy surroundings of Castle Lake Creek. An abundance of small animal life around the water: a family of beavers is present, and coyotes, rats and mice, elk, and owls are a common sight.

0305 — The Brent Rush Memorial Park, an area of public hiking trails and campsites donated and maintained by the Howells-Rush logging company. A popular family destination on weekends, and a popular after school hangout for the more well-off teens who live nearby. City-appointed caretakers Colin (he/him, 45) and Lydia (she/her, 46) Baker maintain an on-site cabin where they spend much of their time, cleaning the trails and plotting to put a stop to the drunken orgies they imagine are happening in the woods. They own an ATV (keys always on Colin’s person) and keep three Remington 700 rifles in a gun case in the cabin (.223 remington, 6 boxes of 20 rounds each), requiring two keys to unlock – they have never once needed to fire them.
The teen’s parties are typically much tamer than they fear.

0405 — An entirely residential area, dotted with patches of trees, and home to the well-off residents of Dundarave. Houses have large yards with “rustic” art displayed in them. Everyone here knows each other, and non-residents are quickly noticed and draw suspicion if not vouched for by another member of the community.
Molly Howell (31, she/her) is an enthusiastic inheritor of the Howells-Rush logging fortune, and is pursuing business ventures of her own with the family money, playing the local housing market.
The Finch household consists of Laurel (she/her, 36), her mother Sandra (she/her, 70), and her son Lucas (he/him, 17). None of them feel the call of the soil, but Sandra’s long deceased husband Herbert did, and the basement of the house is a sprawling maze. Laurel and Sandra ignore it so long as it doesn’t flood, but Lucas occasionally ventures down to satisfy mundane curiosity. He has grown fearful of things he hears in the dark, and swears that new passages seem to open. A Harvest Cherubim living deep inside hopes to lure him to his doom.
Kenneth (he/him, 39) and Delilah (she/her, 40) Carpenter play host to a tunneler. Ellie Soule (she/her or he/him, 29, ESoule on the forums) has charmed his way into their life while hunting for a nearby tunnel that calls to her. Ellie secretly performs sexual favors for both of her hosts, both of whom are dissatisfied with heterosexual domesticity but incapable of admitting that to the other.
Bill Pike (he/him, 52) is divorced and has filled his riverfront yard with boats. If you want to buy or sell a boat, Bill’s name will inevitably come up.
Almost all residents here own a computer with working internet.

0505 — A mixture of businesses and residences of all types. The slightly nicer gas station is here. Where the Lower Dundarave River passes through the town it is common to see fishermen on the bridges.
Bradley’s Pizza is constantly busy, churning out slightly undercooked pies with uneven toppings that locals swear are the best pizza you can find, just nothing like it anywhere else. If you want to meet someone local in a public place, there’s a strong chance they will suggest Bradley’s.
The Dundarave Public School is always undergoing some form of maintenance.
The Pioneer’s Respite is a slightly more well-to-do hotel, catering to those visiting from out of town on business. A few Tunnelers with greater means have rented rooms here: Linda Harms (she/her, 57, LindaTheShovelMama on the forums) cannot do much digging herself on account of being wheelchair bound but is enthusiastic about sourcing hard to find supplies in return for information, pictures, and stories. She has a small laptop and a large amethyst geode that gives it internet access anywhere, carefully concealed in a suitcase — she does not know that CIA occultists can track it. Anton Clemenson (he/they, 42, professorplum2 on the forums) is trying to look for answers about the Dundarave video in the stories of the local Salish tribe. He has made a number of false connections, but does have a robust collection of local historical information, including the location of the Harlowe House mine.
Teddy Teague (he/him, 16) holds band practice on saturday nights, filling the neighborhood with harsh noises as he and a rotating group of compatriots try to figure out how industrial music works. Teddy is gay and has a crush on all the other boys in his band, but has not worked up the courage to tell them. Instead he frets over the Coil records his older brother (long moved away) sends home as gifts, and the Nine Inch Nails and Slipknot CDs he occasionally buys with his allowance, while trying to work up courage to venture out to the local goth hangouts.

0605 — State forest. Dense and hard to see through, with minimal room to operate vehicles outside of sparse trails. A single paved public road from town seems well maintained for how little it is used. Cell towers rise from the woodland, their lights blinking sleepily. Go too deep into the woods here at night, and when you return to the road the Bright Eyed Man (he/him, 46) will be waiting. He is a CIA occultist driving an unidentifiable black car, and he will offer you a ride home. It is hard to refuse. He interrogates his passengers on what they think of the cell towers, asking leading questions that imply he believes they are UFO related, and though he never stops driving, the road outside seems to stretch on for as long as the conversation takes. Concealed in the car, a MAC-10 Machine Pistol (.45 acp, 30 round magazine, 3d6 magazines). Concealed on his person, a garotte.

0705 — This rocky and remote field is a favorite hangout of older teens and younger adults looking to party. Typically a more redneck crowd, but recently more of the alt and goth kids have been showing up, as their other typical hangouts have become less welcoming. The heavily graffiti’d standing stones that serve as the party’s centerpiece are a place of power.

0805 — It is mostly called The Resort, though its proper name is The Mossy Getaway Camp Ground And Spa. A health retreat for the very wealthy, frequented by people who don’t want to be bothered. Private vans take care of transporting guests and delivering food from town. The owner and manager Grant “Grandad” Colhoun (he/him, 58) always wears a Ruger Old Army revolver with a carving of his mother’s face on its grip (.45 colt, not loaded but a box of 20 rounds concealed on his person), and is enthusiastic about showing it off. He delights in acting the part of an overenthused good ol boy bumpkin, while being an occultist, drug dealer, and pimp. Buys cocaine and heroin from Natalia and Aaron Grieves, but would prefer to replace them with a runner of his own.
The property includes a computer room, with 8 machines hooked up to the internet for guests to use. Coulhoun’s personal computer is in his office.

0106 — Timberland owned by the Howells-Rush logging company. The terrain is overgrown and swampy, making footing treacherous and vehicles unusable. Castle Lake Creek spills into a maze of ponds and mud holes, only confined to the creek bed in the driest parts of the year. A dull glow comes from the swamp during the dead of night, as a dire hellbender surfaces. She was brought across the continent in a bundle of eggs carried by a sorcerous trickster who dreamed of conquering the locals and building a kingdom. Instead, she ate him and all her siblings. Within her sunken lair sits a case of 30 gold bars, worth $12,600, and a waterlogged book with sinister etchings on its leather binding, forever unreadable.

0206 — Timberland owned by the Howells-Rush Timberland owned by the Howells-Rush Logging Company. Enough space to ride an ATV between the trees, though the especially damp and uneven ground makes this difficult. The local herd of elk often gather here to drink from Castle Lake Creek. 2-in-6 chance of being present any given day, and if present, 1-in-6 chance that a local is hunting them.

0306 — The road splits to form the Rush Loop, paved and well maintained despite the woodland surroundings due to the wealth and influence of those who live on it.
The house of Dean (he/him, 43) and Elise (she/her, 39) Putnam stands out: a freshly built shiny edifice of mirrored windows emerges from the trees. The Putnams are regarded with suspicion on purely aesthetic grounds: despite being embedded in the timber industry since its founding, they are “city folks.”
More hidden is the house of rich widow Beth Rush (she/her, 86). A picturesque cabin is tucked deep in the trees, next to her deceased husband’s exotic greenhouse, which she carefully maintains. She carries a family heirloom M15 General Officers Pistol (.45 acp, a single 7 round magazine) in her purse at all times and is proud to boast she’s the best shot of anyone who has ever owned it.

0406 — The highway curves through grassland past what every local calls “the rocks” (distinct from “the rock”), a massive pile of boulders that have been the hangout of weird bored teens as long as anyone can remember. The rocks are a place of power, and the nexus of young frustration that lingers around them manifests as a world of thoughtforms one might fall into if both mind and body wander. Karl Noe (he/him, 17), de facto leader of the largest clique of local goth kids, has learned to harness this directly and has constructed a complex fiction around an ancient vampire cult here. He and his hangers on bully out those who doubt the thoughtform, think it should be different, or disagree on his taste in alternative music (he thinks KMFDM is much cooler than Throbbing Gristle and Coil, which are much too gay — and NIN is on thin ice. The Cure and Bauhaus are boring and for washed up old people). He is completely oblivious that his best friends Jay Summer (publicly he/him, privately they/them, 17) and Dennis Colhoun (publicly he/him, privately she/her, considering the name Lily but not committed, 17) are a queer couple and also Deftones fans. The two of them try to bring themselves to confront Karl on his growing cruelty, and to moderate their own investment in the thoughtform.
Any vampire themed module could go here in the dreamscape, I plan to use the OSE dungeon Halls of the Blood King.

0506 — Lower Dundarave River flows under two large bridges, where the highways meet just outside of town. Tunnels hidden beneath the bridges sing to those who hear. Jerry Garcia (he/him, 33, HomeOnTheLoam on the tunneler forums and chatrooms) is scoping them out. He carries a collapsable shovel, a pickaxe, a hatchet, and a canary named Fred with a tiny oxygen bottle to revive him. Unfortunately he will draw the attention of law enforcement soon. He fucking hates the Grateful Dead and has no time for anyone who brings them up when hearing his name.
The tunnels lead to an abandoned thoughtform-construct in the shape of Where Once Was The Sea by Secret Table.

0606 — State forest. Dense and hard to see through, with minimal room to operate vehicles outside of sparse trails. No houses, but where the roads meet there is a forestry service supply shed containing wheelbarrows, saws, shovels, and first aid supplies.

0706 — Timberland owned by the Mckinnon Logging Company. Dense and hard to see through, with minimal room to operate vehicles outside of sparse logging roads. Large boulders and small ravines make for uneven terrain. A few houses tucked along the road: Henry Teague (he/him, 62) is almost always sitting on his porch, staring into the middle distance. He used to sell guns to local drug runners, and still has the last of his collection in his basement: two Mossberg 590 shotguns, a FN FAL battle rifle, and three Uzi submachine guns. The rundown property of Nancy Toole (she/her, 51) is infested by feral cats. She is always looking for help in cleaning up the property, fighting a losing battle against blackberry bushes the size of trees. Angela Brook (she/her, 36) is renting a tiny shack after having moved out of the Hippie-Libertarian commune a decade ago. She is bitter about having left the compound and its neonazi history just to encounter the much more mundane antiblack racism of the locals directed at her, but rent is cheap and she owns a Browning BSS shotgun (12 gauge shells, 3d6 shells kept in bandolier) just in case.

0806 — Timberland owned by the Mckinnon Logging Company. Dense and hard to see through, with minimal room to operate vehicles outside of sparse logging roads. Large boulders and small ravines make for uneven terrain.

0107 — Timberland owned by the Howells-Rush logging company. Enough space between the trees to drive an ATV, but it is treacherous to do so due to the steep hills and thick mud. The local herd of elk can often be found bedded down on the hilltops, where small clearings fill with greenery — 3-in-6 chance of them being here, 1-in-6 chance that they a local is hunting them.

0207 — Old growth forest, owned by the Howells-Rush logging company but untouched for as long as anyone can remember. The uniformity of forest cultivated for harvest is lost as more diverse trees and plants have grown in untrained tangles. Old Harlowe House is cradled in this tangle, a remnant of the silver mining that predated the timber industry here. Stories abound among the older locals of children going missing after venturing into the abandoned building. This generation don’t know how to stay safe like we did, they say, and anyways they heard from their own grandparents that The Harlowes were not good christians.
Beneath Harlowe House by Sam Sorenson can be found here — my only adjustments are that due to the setting in time it is necessarily older than presented in the pamphlet.

0307 — Rush Loop twists through old growth timberland, owned by the Howells-Rush logging company but unharvested so as not to make for an unsightly view for its owners. Curtis Howell (he/him, 61) lets the woods overtake a plot of land he has set aside as his “getaway,” where he has parked a trailer where he retreats to drink and shoot when he isn’t overseeing his company. He loves to say “never forget where you came from,” while gesturing at the incredibly expensive trailer with all possible amenities. His favorite gun is a Stevens M520-30 trench gun, used in WWII, with an inscription on it that says “WE LOVE YOU DAD” (12 gauge, 6d6 shells haphazardly scattered around him) — a gift from all of his children except Octavia. He also has a 1941 Luger (9mm, 8 round magazine, box of d100 rounds) and a M1 carbine (.30 carbine, 15 round magazine, 1d6 magazines). Just down the road is the house of his son and one of the heirs to the logging fortune, Theodore Howell (he/him, 35), his wife Luann Howell (she/her, 36), and their daughter Emily (she/her, 14). Their house is unassuming but the yard is littered with gifts to Emily from her grandfather: largely remote control cars, the expensive ones.

0407 — Howell Ranch, a combination of small horse farm and office building for the Howells-Rush logging company. A gate festooned with cow skulls frames a road past horses in their fields, splitting to lead to either a painfully rustic farmhouse carefully maintained as symbol of all that country living ought to be, and a squat grey building that is part logging company office part garage for the family’s various matching Chevrolet trucks. Deb Howell (she/her, 57) runs a tight ship, overseeing both the farmhands who tend to her priceless horses and any logging business that Curtis isn’t there for. Both the house and office building have a computer with internet access.

0507 — The highway passes by state forest, dense and dark. Minimal room to operate vehicles off the road. Within the trees, what looks like a rundown and abandoned cabin conceals a humming nest of surveillance equipment. If it is approached, The Outdoorswoman (she/her, 40) already knows and has moved to intercept the interloper. She is a CIA occultist wearing a thick patterned wool coat, wearing a wide brimmed hat, and holding a hiking stick. She apologetically pretends to be lost, asking for directions back to the road, but if pressed or forced to defend her equipment she is lethal with both the walking stick and the FABARM FP6 Entry short barrelled shotgun (12 gauge shells, 5 round tube, 24 rounds) in the top of her backpack. Nobody enters or exits town from the south without her knowledge.

0607 — The river and highway run parallel through grass and boulders. A ramshackle building sits to the south of the highway, identified by its gaudy signage as Frank’s Farm. It is a combination antique shop and food stand, run by Frank Gretzky (he/him, 36). Frank accepts donations of whatever strange things locals drop off in his parking lot, and gives away much of it for free. He is openly gay, and many other local queers use his shop as a place of refuge — he lives in the attic, and more than once has woken up at odd hours to cook a greasy sandwich and some fries for a teen who just had a fight with their family, or quietly covered the windows and put up a closed sign to give privacy to the trysts of closeted locals. He is the great nephew of Beth Rush, who he remains close to, and the Rush logging fortune keeps his business afloat and forces the locals to tolerate his flamboyance. He owns a laptop, but does not have internet here.

0707 — State forest. Dense and hard to see through, with minimal room to operate vehicles outside of sparse trails. A number of wild bee swarms have their hives here.

0807 — A field full of stumps, concealed by grass grown taller than they are, property of and harvested by the Mckinnon logging company, never replanted. Wildflowers flourish in the sunny field, and it is nearly always abuzz with pollinators. Coyotes hunt mice in the tall grass.

0108 — Timberland owned by the Howells-Rush logging company. An ATV can navigate between the old moss-laden trees with some effort. Enormous ferns conceal shallow cave mouths — some grow into infinite hypnotic fractals.
Fever Black Mountain by Highland Paranormal Society can be found in one of these caves, if a thin wall of dirt is dug away.

0208 — Timberland owned by the Howells-Rush logging company. An ATV can navigate between the old moss-laden trees with some effort. Enormous ferns grow dense.

0308 — Timberland owned by the Howells-Rush logging company. An ATV can navigate between the old moss-laden trees with some effort. Enormous ferns grow dense. Mo Atkins (she/her, 41, mountainmo on the tunneler chatrooms and forums) is camped here, having slung a hammock between two trees and expertly shielded it from rain with rope and a tarp. While she has her pickaxe and shovel at hand, she has not yet ventured far into the woods in her hunt for tunnels. She has instead been collecting good firewood (also tarp protected) and is keeping a cozy fire lit, and regularly makes tea or cooks various foraged stews atop it. Residents of 0307 have seen smoke from the fire and reported the presence of a vagrant to the police.

0408 — The highway passes through grassland and past “the rock” (distinct from “the rocks”) and the small park next to it. “The rock” towers 50 feet above the ground, and due to its visibility from the highway and park has been used as a surface on which to display signage: currently, a sign in favor of additional land rights for the Nooksack tribe fights for space with an endorsement of a libertarian candidate for senator and a banner saying “Senior Class 2002.” Above these, about 40 feet up in blue spray paint, someone has tagged the rock with the words “LOVE IS NOT ENOUGH.” The park includes the baseball diamond used by the local little league team. At night, the snack shack doubles as an entrance to The Shrine of the Black Hound by Highland Paranormal Society.

0508 — State forest, dense and dark. Minimal room to operate vehicles. Coyotes are commonly seen and heard here.

0608 — The highway and river cross each other between muddy and stump-covered hillsides. The land here has never quite recovered from being logged. A few houses and trailers scattered along the west side of the highway. Dennis Toole’s trailer is here but neither he nor his drugs or money are likely to be in it.

0708 — Muddy and stump-covered hillsides, logged by the Mckinnon logging company and never replanted. Wild blackberry grows thick and chokes out competitors for the space. When the river floods, many ponds form here. A common hunting ground of coyotes.

0808 — A field full of stumps, concealed by grass grown taller than they are, property of and harvested by the Mckinnon logging company, never replanted. Wildflowers flourish in the sunny field, and it is nearly always abuzz with pollinators. Coyotes hunt mice in the tall grass.