It has often been said that the paths of Moonshadow are a blessing; they provide a clear avenue safe from pit vines, mist bogs and a great many other abominations. Unsurprisingly, these ancient roads are in a poor state, some are marked with only a few stones visible above diseased roots and corrupted earth. Some crossroads are marked by a pillar of black stone, though, curiously, all appear to be heavily damaged, any markings long eradicated by scheming hands.
During the earliest days of exploration attempts were made to map this labyrinth of crumbling paths using the simple trick of always turning left. This who survived the horrors lurking within the forest returned with tales of paths that seemed to vanish; roads that led to dead ends and offered no return path; vine littered avenues that swallowed their companions and all manner of other nightmares.
The mist ridden labyrinth has claimed many lives; particularly given that no compasses may be entirely trusted upon Moonshadow, and once lost death or madness are almost certain. Worse yet, many who fall within this arboreal hell rise again and add even greater peril to this already deadly place.