Setting

The trees are considerably closer together, and grow older the deeper you travel. They are not even an arm's span apart, as if grown together against a common enemy. Here it is somehow darker than the rest of the wood, and the ground it littered with dead foliage.
Is it the wind whispering, or are secrets passed between trees with the brushing of branches?
They are tall, the archaic creatures of this hellish garden. Relentless were their vertical cuts in your vision, trunks bare until ten feet off the ground. Was it a fire that stripped these trees of their branches? Perhaps they chose not to grow low, preferring to never host the ground creatures. What creatures are so horrid to have earned the fear of the trees? Or was it perhaps the perpetual night that left them fearing the ground itself?
Almost invisibly, silently, the Forces Vankoryth and
Army of Dracul patrol the Forbidden Thick. They
strike only against enemies of the Vankoryth Detente
Hellish bats can be found high in the trees
The trees sound as if they are talking to each other
Here it is perpetually dark
Dire rats lurk here
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