The Folkloss Jungles

''The history of the Folkloss Jungles are lost to time, such that even Kaenen the Worldshaper knows of it. These dark jungles are infested with deadly creatures and feral Lizardfolk, quick to ravage anything that gets in their way.''

The Folkloss Jungles
The Thicket of the Northeast

As I stand here, at the watchtower of the Kariston Wall, my view is heavily impeded. The Folkloss Jungles are tropical woods that span from between Dragonhearth and Lighthaven to the isolated nation of Loshore. With wild plants, thick vines and deadly animals, it is impossible to make it through without suffering massive losses.

Yet, there seem to be some semblance of intelligent life in there. Obviously, there are the feral Lizardfolk, who even know bash at the wall I stand above. Their scales are ashen and their stature is massive, some even reaching up to 12 feet. They seem much like their civilised counterparts beyond that though; ferocious, cold and calculating. I wonder how the distinction came to be.

But they are not the intelligence I am alluding to. No, the feral folk are clearly not as sophisticated as Dragonhearth’s folk, and they emanate a clear magical presence. Who I’m referring to, however, are the beings that we don’t see. Rumours from towns along the Folkloss border tell of tall beings of nature, the jungle moving around them as if careful not to touch them. Humanoids with thick fur and others with trunks for noses. I can’t say what their intent is, but I hope it is benign.

Then, there are of course the Ruins of Aaldor. A larger than life fortress, retaken by nature. It stands on the hills that claw underneath the jungle trees, and can be seen as one flies above the canopy of the Folkloss. Attempts at using magic or dragons to reach it have failed, the journey alone proving too difficult to fease.