Sandwiched between the mountains and the desert this forest was never to be considered "Convenient" It follows the bottom of the mountain like a snake spiraling around its prey.
The life of which lives in this forest is not of the physical plain, this forest sits above a breach in the fabrics between reality and dreams, and it is from this breach that creatures such as the changelings and wraiths are born. The witches and warlocks wander these woods, the abundance of magic in this area makes it an idea place to practice their spells and witchcraft in peace. Very little creature without a strong knowledge of magic would ever enter this area.
The woods are dark and dank, the smell of pine needles being crushed into the ground wafts through the air, the air itself, swirling a slightly purple mist around your body, envelopes you every so often like a smoke, but smelling of sweet perfume, it entices you to go deeper into the forest, but an overwhelming scene of uneasiness flows from the center of the trees. Occasionally, Voices can be heard on the wind, hash whisperings and now and then the chattering of little voices from all around you, echoing off the moaning bows and branches. Moans and cries of pain seem to howl from the center of the forest, they echo like a groan in a cave, and yet, there is nothing to be seen no matter how far into the woods you may venture. There is no town nor city in these woods, no creature of a living nature would dare spend their nights in these places,the witches and wizards of the areas claim to have seen the dead reenacting their death and tortures over and over again, floating in an out of existence, and others of the tricksters, the changelings, playing tricks on them in their sleep. However not all of the changelings are bad, there are a few of the forest, which live to preserve it, helping travelers find their way home from withing this dark forest. and occasional, the strongest of the changeling will venture out into the desert in search of new playmates. The wraiths, once in a blue moon float their way to new homes, looking for someone to share in their pain, once finding a new place to lurk in they settle themselves down, often in populated major cities to which they can travel person to person forcing their nightmares upon them.
The area seems Deserted as you stare into its eerie mists, floating around you like a cloak it embeds your body softly, the howls seem to be dying down however the wind doesn't seem to be doing the same, instead it whips up the sands behind you and almost pushes you into the forests boundaries leaving you to look around inside its nightmarish depths.