The trees and plants in this section of the Forest Ridge
were transmuted to translucent mineral centuries ago as
a side effect of a battle between an arcane defiler and a
druid. In the years since, many of the tallest trees have
fallen and shattered, creating a field of razor-sharp crystal
spikes across the few square miles of this lifeless zone.
Creatures made of conglomerate mineral shards stalk the
Crystal Forest and some times venture beyond its edge,
searching for prey. At the center of the region stands an
obsidian plateau that hosts a ruined cliff dwelling. Ghost
winds and spirits howl about the plateau, and ancient
magic wards yet burn. Those who stand atop the plateau
find their flesh slowly hardening to lifeless mineral and
must flee before the change becomes complete.
