Aerthalas

Festerroot Grove is a sinister and twisted woodland where the ground oozes a thick, black sap that seems to pulse with a life of its own. The gnarled trees, with their bark resembling decaying flesh, whisper dark curses to those who dare to tread upon their roots, filling the air with an unsettling atmosphere that chills the soul.

The grove is shrouded in perpetual twilight, with twisted branches reaching out like skeletal hands. The ground is slick with black sap, and the air is thick with the scent of decay and malice, while faint whispers echo through the trees, creating an eerie symphony of curses.