The Forest of Death

Far from the reaches of the City, On the far side of the barren and dead meadow, lies the Forest of Death. The stories of how this forest got it's name are heard far and wide. No form of machinery works beyond the line and dense and dying trees, and no scents for the animals to follow lie inside. There are countless trails twisting through the dead undergrowth, swinging and looping over themselves, leading to nowhere in particular. Scarcely any light shines through the dense canopy, and no water can be found. Should you venture far into the forest, Trails seems to multiply, and scatter into a variety of mind-numbing directions. The only source of life seems to be the unusually large insects that dot the area here and there, and some say they can hear an owl flapping it's wings if you listen closely enough. No creature in their right mind would dare enter the forest, unless a slow and painful suicide is what they were looking for. Anyone entering the forest does not tend to come back out, Alive.