Midlinds

Nestled in the heartland of the continent Jakuun, a sunken area known as the Midlinds connects the barren wastes of the south to the bustling kingdoms of the north. Within these wetlands, the resilient people of the realm tend to their fields and businesses whilst avoiding the deep marshes, forest and sludge covered landscape as best they can. Life thrives in these fertile lands if one can tame the wilderness to allow the use of it. Most do not stray from the well worn trade roads and small towns for fear of what lurks in the deep wilderness.

Thousands of years ago, it was rumored that the entire land used to be a lush, thriving, magical forest, guarded by a circle of druids that lived in the heart of the land. As civilizations expanded and their cities grew, they took advantage of the resource so close to their doorstep. The dense wildlife was cut back again and again, the new trees unable to take root fast enough to replenish what was stolen. Eventually the druids grew angry and vengeful. How dare these creatures show such a lack of respect towards the very thing that gave them life. One night, the druids gathered around the heart of the forest, an ancient tree, and sacrificing themselves they willed the land around them to sink. The sinking of the Once Great Wood created the swamps and lakes that now cover the land. And it is said that the heart of the forest still stands somewhere in the center of the dense, thorny area surrounding Marrowglade deep known as The Waning Vale. Its woods are impenetrable, the thick canopy and gnarled roots only add to its ominous appearance.

The wooded areas left are gloomy and foreboding. Though now, the majority of the population dismiss the story as fiction. The northern edge of the Midlinds becomes mountainous and there are only a few traverse-able paths through expansive peaks.