It's believed that long ago, perhaps all the way back in the Age of Uroghosh, the lands of Ixmus were a lush and vibrant jungle. These grounds provided a suitable home to large behemoths, leviathans, mantis-bears, and even wyverns. The sentient species of Arethil learned to avoid such a violent and dangerous jungle for fear that they might prove ample prey to the wide array of creatures that called Ixmus home.
Over time the hubris of man and orc caused small settlements to form near the jungle's edge, living off the fertile lands. It was a hard life but for those daring and brave enough the jungles of Ixmus proved to be a source of great bounty and provided a comfortable life for the people who dared to build their yurts so close to the terrors that lurked within.
And then, for reasons lost to time, a great calamity caused the trees to wilt. The creatures to die. The once lush lands decayed into an inhospitable graveyard. The men and
orcs who had once settled left the land behind, with claims of ominous noises coming from the epicenter of Ixmus.
Today the grounds are a common destination for fledgling and foolish necromancers who wish to study the odd arcane presence. A training ground for so-called ghost hunters and holy zealots looking to cleanse the land. None have managed to uncover the source of the foul magics at work.