In the Blackwood of Driran, there are many ruins of ancient temples and towns that loremasters know only fragments about. In the darker regions, a general feeling of dread follows those that leave the beaten path, as though a menace lives there'a feeling that no one remembers feeling before the occupation.
The scattered ruins, overgrown with vegetation, are told to be the only remains of the pre-cataclysmic civilization that called Corsain home. But ever since Bloodstone's hordes occupied the island, something sinister has started creeping and befouling them. A faint but putrid smell seems to travel on the wind--a smell beyond the luscious earthy smell of decay typical to forests.