The High Forest

Once a residential district, it has morphed into an eerie arboreal lost town, where the remnants of elven architecture blend with the encroaching wilderness. Uncanny network of treehouses scattered across the ancient boughs of towering trees. These homes, once vibrant and meticulously crafted from the forest’s oldest woods, now hang in disrepair, with moss and lichen claiming their carved railings and broken lattice windows. Structures are exposed to the elements, harboring nests of birds and forest debris. Interconnected by bridges that once showcased elven engineering, many now lie in ruins or sway perilously, their paths obscured by hanging vines and slick with moisture, posing a challenge to navigate. The remaining bridges create a fragmented landscape amidst the creaks of aging wood and the distant crashes of falling branches. Inhabited by local wildlife, the district is webbed with giant spider threads and prowled by creatures like owlbears, especially at night.