When the Wyldwoods of the Sylvaneth stir, enemies of the natural order must be on their guard. The awakened spirits that dwell within these ancient groves are roused to terrible fury by intrusions into their domain. They seek every chance to prey upon those foolish enough to stray beneath their shadowed boughs.
The rigours of battle, hot climates, and other harsh environments take a toll on native plant life, with many formerly verdant fields reduced to dry straw by passing armies. Even so, many plants hold onto life, and can often be found around an army marching through particularly parched lands.