Legends of the Forest Content . Legends of the Forest by the Sisters Glumm The haunted woods of the forest of Icewind Peaks have long been home to strange stories and stranger creatures . We ' ve collected these stories into this volume , writing down what was previously passed on by word of mouth and around Nord campfires in the dead of night . The Voices in the Woods Broggo the Small wasn ' t a large Nord . He wasn ' t a fast Nord . He wasn ' t even a strong Nord . But Broggo made up for his shortcomings by being something that many Nords aren ' t . Broggo was smart . He took the time to consider everything he ever did , refusing to give in to the passions that drive most others of his kin . And that eventually saved his life . One day , Broggo the Small happened to get seperated from his companions . He found himself and alone in the Haunted Wood . As he wandered along , becoming increasingly scared and hungry , Broggo stumbled into a clearing among the trees . He decided to rest for a bit , stretching out upon a relatively flat , smooth stone bathed in the afternoon sun . It didn ' t take long for Broggo to fall fast asleep . He awoke later , opening his eyes to find that night had fallen across the forest . Something had pulled him from sleep : a sound . It was like the whispering of young women . And giggling . He was certain that someone or something had giggled , but he seemed to be alone in the clearing , illuminated by the pale glow of the quarter moon above . Broggo was straining to see into the darkness beyond the clearing when the whispers returned . " Oh , look at his adorable roots ! " said a voice in the woods . " And his golden leaves ! " said another . " He ' s mine , sister . I saw him first . " " You got the last one ! This one is for me ! " Broggo nearly fainted when the two ghostly forms materialized at the edge of the clearing near the large gorapple tree . A pair of forest spirits were arguing over him . He didn ' t know whether to be frightened or flattered , although he did know that mortals and spirits shouldn ' t mix . He didn ' t think he could get very far by running through the forest in the dark . He was certain he couldn ' t fight the spirits so Broggo had only one option . " Hello , " Broggo called to the spirits . " Would you like to play a game ? " At first , the spirits appeared shy and even a little frightened of Broggo . They weren ' t used to mortals talking to them directly , but they slowly began to engage with the Nord , sometimes while visibile and sometimes as disembodied voices in the darkness , Broggo described a wondrous game that used cards and dice and clay chips . It was like no game that either the spirits had ever heard of , or any Nord , for that matter . Broggo was making things up as he spoke . Soon , the forest spirits were huddled close to Broggo , listening intently to every word the small Nord said . Finally , they shouted in unison , " We want to play ! " " Alas , " Broggo said with great disappointment , " I don ' t have any cards or dice or clay chips . I left them in my wagon back with my traveling companions . And I don ' t know where the wagon is . " " No problem ! " said the first spirit . " We can show you where the wagon has gone ! " And that ' s just what the spirits did . Of course , they weren ' t happy when Broggo , reunited with his companions , drove off the spirits . As the wagon rolled out of the Haunted Wood , Broggo pulled out a journal and started writing . " What are you doing ? " asked one of his traveling companions . " I had the best idea for a game this evening . I want to write it down while the memory is fresh . "