As the sun rises, light is cast over a forbidden forest, nothing about it is beautiful, with crooked trees and patches of blood-spotted bones and decaying flesh. There is constant, oppressive aura that grows until night falls, in which the oppressive feeling grows to that of terror and panic.

One… I will love you for all time…

The eerie song, recited in all known languages overlapping each other, echoes through the Organic Woods, repeated over and over till the moon rises. The trees, all distorted and scarred from ghostly claws, sway back and forth to the tune, an unending dance with no wind or other force to make them move.

Two… the river of the dead runs cold…

A scarlet river that smells like old, dried blood runs through the forest, bubbling as it is as hot as boiling oil. No life lives in this river, though those who dare touch it speak of nightmares that will last for many weeks, even months. Nightmares of the dead waking, of lips and eyes sewn shut, of bodies turned to ash and the soul tainted by pure evil…

Three… listen to the rhyme of the damned…

The rough, swamplike earth is covered in the unfortunate tracks of many brave enough to cut through the forest… though many trails end abruptly, as though the makers of such tracks were wiped from existence without any sign of struggle or mayhem save for the occasional splatter of blood on the ground, or on the wounded bark of the trees. They say one can hear the screams of restless spirits if one listens close enough.

Four… sing with me…

At night, the forest is pitch black, though one can see, lined in the red of blood and the green of rot, bodies hanging from the branches of the trees. Some by the neck, some by the foot, these murders are incorporeal as mere visions, and vanish at the coming of dawn.

Five. May your blessing be as dark as mine…

Located in the far reaches of Southern Malakath. Rumors of this terrifying forest being used as an asylum for the insane and the diseased or plague-stricken victims are common explanations for the horrific nature of the Organic Woods.

Six! The Gates of Fire open wide.

There is but one reason to visit, and that is the rumor treasures, and of a great beast, whose presence is the sole reason the Organic Woods contaminates no other region and no other land. If caught and unharmed, the great monster will grant two wishes of any great desire to the hunter. So far, it is said only one hunter has managed such a feat, and the name and wishes granted remain unknown. Just as the secrets of the Organic Woods’ existence.

SEVEN!

The Organic Woods is ancient, perhaps once use as an asylum to banish the sick or diseased. It is said to have been created by a dark god or a practitioner of especially dark arts. But it has been in existence for many ages, rising up out of the grounds of Arethil like a bloody, pus-filled blotch upon an otherwise lovely face. It is said a magician of better creed and practices placed a beast in the forest, enchanted with a magic that contains the land's evil nature and prevents it from spreading further.