Blackwood forest

Blackwood is an ancient, old-growth forest, a seemingly endless labyrinth that swallows the light. Its towering trees, thick with gnarled roots and heavy moss, form a vast, unbroken canopy, shrouding the forest floor in perpetual, inky darkness even at midday. As night falls, a chilling, pervasive fog coils through the skeletal trunks, rendering visibility to mere feet and distorting every sound. Within its depths, the howls of wolves and the unseen rustle of bears are common, but there are heavier, more deliberate movements too, hinting at a presence far grander and more dangerous than any known beast.