The Sylvan Marches serve as a buffer between the stable interior kingdoms and the untamed wilds beyond. Spanning over a hundred miles of dense, temperate woodland, this region is dotted with isolated logging camps and hardy farming hamlets. While the soil is rich and the timber is plentiful, the area is plagued by unpredictable magical phenomena and the erratic whims of a reclusive, unhinged wizard. Survival here requires both a sharp axe and a wary eye on the sky.