A particularly dense grove of aspen trees, with dark grey bark marked with golden nodules that look uncannily like eyes. The grove seems to shift as you walk deeper into it, making it treacherous to find your way to a specific place within it — or to get out once you’re sufficiently deep inside it.
Dryads and Weeping Willows lurk in the shrouded corners of the Grove, hunting down those who harm the trees and waylaying folk to take part in their “games,” which generally involve either running from a mass of a Dryad’s pet shambling mounds or fighting some of her champions for her entertainment. Such games are always to the death or until the Dryad grows bored, and it’s impossible to evade a Dryad within the Grove once she’s gotten your scent, which means that gathering parties must be ready to do battle should they encounter one.
Though there are no Wulverin within the Grove — the Dryads do not tolerate their presence — it is smothered in Ferukhar’s fel influence. Spring and Summer Fae are able to deal with the mental miasma without too much trouble, but folk of other lineages grow progressively more paranoid the longer they remain within the Grove, feeling like there’s something hunting them and the only way to survive is to hurt those around them and then run. The Dryads, too, are generally more receptive towards the words of those who bear Ferukhar’s touch, making the area much more survivable for those who are either Spring or Summer Fae or who have had the Verdant Wall Against The Beast ritual cast upon them.
6 Tzacanthe, 2 Arachne Silk, 2 Felweyr