Tucked among the Great Smoky Mountains is the town of Hazy Springs. Bordered by the Smoky Mountian National Park to the northeast and the Cherokee reservation to the south. Fairly modern stripmalls and stores mix with hunting lodges and cabins. Wild things run free among the forests, while dark, half-seen things lurk deep within the forgotten mine-shafts dotting the mountian sides. Spirts and boogeymen haunt the blue mists of the high places. Yet, Hazy Springs seems nearly forgotten by the wider world. At least, the mortal world.