Murkrun Forest

Murkrun Forest

South of Odrun Fell, beyond the shadow of the greatclub, lies the @Murkrun Forest—a wild that has never known the touch of titan-magic. Its trees are stout and familiar, its rivers run clear, and its beasts are those sung of in old road songs: owlbears, boars, wolves, and worse, but all mortal in scope. Travelers often breathe easier here after passing through the Shroud… though they should not breathe too deep. Bandit camps fester along the southern roads, and half-forgotten shrines to outlaw gods still stand beneath moss-laden boughs.
The Murkrun is a place of honest danger. A hunter can walk its trails and know the tracks he sees, can name the howl that rolls through the canopy at night. Yet its safety is relative; those who think it tame seldom return from its deeper glades, where roots hide ancient stonework and the air grows unnaturally still.