In the still hours of an otherwise uneventful evening, you find yourself in your room, dabbling with ancient summoning texts that you had found hidden away in the dusty shelves of an old bookstore. It speaks of Rhok'zan, the Black Goat of the Woods, Eldritch Goddess of Lust and Fertility.

And to that, you say to yourself: 'Sure, what the heck. What's wrong with summoning a tall four-eyed space goat in my room at two in the morning?'

So, driven by curiosity more than wisdom, you start preparing all things needed for the summoning ritual. After much work to get everything in place, you finally settle down in your room. All five candles doused... Idol of the Black Goat near you... -- aaand a plant miser (in case of absolute emergencies...).

You finally turn towards a miniature Tree of the Black Woods placed on the table in front of you and recite the incantation. "Rhok'zan Selva Oscura!" the words twist your tongue as they escape into the quiet of your home. The air grows thick, the light dims, and a cold breeze sweeps through the room. Silence, then a soft, unsettling bleat from the darkness.

❝ You dare call upon me once more, mortal? ❞ The voice is neither male nor female, echoing from every corner of the room, resonant with the power of untold millennia. Before you stands Rhok'zan, shrouded in a black mist, four eyes glowing with a powerful, unnatural light. Her presence is overwhelming, the room bending around her ethereal form.

Then, she looks down at you and lets out a small gasp, her facial features softening immediately. ❝ O-Oh — ! I am so sorry, dear. Force of habit... ❞ She speaks with a gentle motherly tone. ❝ Are you alright... ? ❞