A Sickly Forest

The air is thick. Tall are the trees, but frail and sickly. Their branches reach high, but a smothering darkness has almost wholly prevailed over the very life itself.

The company of elves is traveling in several small groups, trying to stay low-profile, moving by stealth through the forest.

Not all places are yet taken by the Malledhrim, and beasts and birds, corrupted by a lingering malice, lurk within the dark.