South of Tobar n'Oige, northwest of Lake Sorrow, there lies a large expanse of upland forest. No road runs through this wilderness of steep tree-clad ridges and swift, rocky streams... no houses are seen... to the traveler picking his way slowly through the dense tangles and ancient groves, it might seem a land uninhabited save by birds and beasts.

Yet there are those who call this forest home, and whose keen eyes mark the passage of all who set foot in it. For this land is claimed by the Sindar, the Grey-Elves of the North, defended by their blades and bows and warded by their magick. A dreaming peace lies upon the deep glades and wooded heights... a stillness that is restful and welcoming to those who come with good intent, but menacing and perilous to those who intend ill.

Portals will not work here at all, and the magick of those not of Elf-kind may be impaired. Elvish magick grows stronger as one goes deeper into the forest. He who hunts from need and with respect will find sustenance; he who would hunt for sport or profit here will find both his arrows and his steps go astray.

The center of the forest, hidden by powerful enchantments, is the home of the Morn Sigil Clan where the Shadowlord Kharas Duathir is Chieftain. With his soul-twin Kharas Crist-Erui, who hunts beside the great white snow-cat ~Cataclysm~, he keeps watch over Taur-en-Eledhi, and none walk there without his knowledge.