The Yedruun Forest

The Yedruun forest was once but a small clump of trees that survived the Great Division. All sorts of woodland critters once lived in that small clump and fought against each other for survival. The elves, then wanderers because of the Division, found peace in the verdant tranquility of the forest. Those elves of eld knew how to sing to the earth and grow trees in the space of just days. The forest eventually became collossal and presently is home to the Bright Scales tribe and a few elven cities.

The forest seems to be alive, just like the rest of Sylfe and when the Dark One stirred, it was described as "unnaturally still" and "poised to run."

Recently, the forest has been the site of the greatest tragedy in the history of the elves. Almost the entire elven army was swallowed by the now-tainted Wayward road, never to be seen again. Now, the forest is continually abuzz and weapons are being forged for any elf that can raise a sword. The forest rings with the sound of steel striking steel and the shouts of men training in faux battles.

The forest is home to the aloof tribe, the Bright Scales. It has been, until recently, an excellent place for meditation and reflection. There is even a designated area for individuals from other tribes that put themselves on voluntary retreat or self-imposed penances. The Bright Scales are fiercely defensive of their forest home, much more so than the elves. Outsiders are usually welcome to certain spots of the forest, but no further.