In Edge Basin's north lies the Gnarled Woods. Sunlight struggles to pierce the dense canopy, leaving the forest floor perpetually bathed in an emerald twilight. Here, ancient trees, their limbs contorted by eons of wind and frost, resemble a silent army of gnarled Giant Striders frozen in mid-stride.
Strange things scuttle and whisper beneath the tangled undergrowth. Moss-skinned Lurkers weave through the shadows, their bulbous eyes reflecting the faint luminescence of bioluminescent fungi. Whisperbirds perch on moss-coated branches, their mournful calls haunting. On moonlit nights, shadows stir amongst the twisted roots, taking the form of mischievous Spriggans, their maddening "laughter" echoing like wind chimes.
The Gnarled Woods is a place where silence carries the weight, where nature itself seems to consume you.
So, tell me, what brings you to the Gnarled Woods? Do you seek refuge from the unforgiving Edge Basin, or are you drawn by the whisper of forgotten magic and the lure of curious creatures? Whatever your reason, tread carefully. This is a realm where shadows cling to the trees and secrets lie beneath the undergrowth.