There is a forest no one knows, a forest no one can find, a forest no one wishes to enter. For in there the Forest King cannot reign. In there it is only the Master of Three Beggars who can wander.
The Master of Three Beggars is neither man nor beast. He is not a god nor is he mortal. He is neither dead nor alive. He simply is. And you would be wise to avoid him when he walks. He is followed by the Three Beggars, those who take and never give and always want more and more. Grief, Pain and Suffering. When you look upon them you will see a deer, a fox and a raven, yet they will not look of this world.
The Deer will hang his head low, tears of darkened blood will streak his face. His hide will be matted and his body will be sickly and skinny. His eyes will be gone for he have cried them out long ago. He is Grief, as it will destroy the body and make you forget yourself as you grieve for the loss of others.
The Fox will be limping, her tail hanging low and dragging across the forest floor.