Tasmin's Lair

A wet, sticky, humid forest flush with all the wrong kinds of life. The trees are in perpetual mid-melt, overgrown with slimy fungus and flowering with toxic fruiting bodies. Safe passages are in constant flux with the shifting of the forest.

In the center sits hulking the stone-and-bone walls of a crude yet safe fortress. It's from here the clan's great caravan sets out, where trade good are made, exchanged, and stored.