Widower's Wood

Near Corvis is one of the staples of local legend – Widower’s Wood. The Wood surrounds most of the city at a distance of a few miles, at some points coming within a stone’s throw of Corvis. The Wood extends north and east beyond Cygnar’s border into what is technically part of The Bloodstone Marches. Inside the Wood it is always dark and foggy. Twisted, black trees claw their way out of the swampy muck towards the sunless sky. Tracks vanish into slimy seepage almost as soon as they are laid. Strange animals can sometimes be seen scampering thorugh the thick branches overhead. Anyone who manages to bring one down will find the dark meat tough and odd tasting.

The only roads through the Wood are narrow, meandering paths that follow the rare spots of solid ground. Even so the muck can be a foot deep at points, making any trip an ordeal. To make matters worse, tribes of swamp gobbers or human bandits will occasionally ambush travelers.

A few brave folk do live within the Wood, but the city dwellers thing the “swampies” are mad for it. These hardy souls, mostly of Morridane or mixed Midlunder heritage, manage to eke out a living by farming small plots of land and trapping the local wildlife for fur and meat. Sometimes they will visit the city and sell their skins in the Quad or barter for things they need. The swampies may be unsophisticated, but anyone traveling in the Wood would be wise to heed their words.

Widower's Wood

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