Netherwood

Netherwood is a forest dedicated and manipulated towards darkness and the night.  Beneath the mighty trees no light may reach.  Through magical and necromantic arts the trees have been so manipulated to form a forest canopy so thick and interwoven that no light may make it through.  Local rumor even states that should you try to open a hole in the canopy that light itself flees from the horrors spawned within.  All life beneath the branches is a far cry from what their species once was.  It takes a strange ecology to maintain a land of no light.  Wolves, white creatures with blood stained jaws, roam freely, harassing anyone unfortunate enough to encroach on their territory.  

In Netherwood, the animals, plants, and even land itself serve their master manipulator and artist, Vidimus.  Vidimus's power, he claims, follows an ancient belief system drawn from his grandfather.  He states that magic runs freely in a vast ocean over the world, drawn to certain focul points of energy.  Netherwood is atop one such place, centered at which is his tower, the Tower of Night.  Within it's borders, Vidimus is said to be nearly invincible; commanding control over anything and everything within, even the inanimate.

Only one so-called city dares to grace the borders of Netherwood with it's presence.  The small city of Twilight exists in constant turmoil against raids from within the forest.  Accordingly, it seems to be filled with only the roughest, seeking to escape notice from any variety of sources.  In truth, the only thing that keeps the town alive is the valuable trade through the small port at its southern edge.  Raiders, Pirates, or ships just seeking supplies, rest, and solace come to its docks.  More often than not, they stop simply to purchase paraphernalia from the many distributors of the black market in the city.  (Population:  900)

There is one other humanoid race with any order to it's numbers.  A nomadic Lizardman tribe roams the forest floor.  Even they have not been spared the defiling manipulations of the magics of Netherwood.  Sporting scales of black and unrivaled abilities of stealth beneath the trees, an entire war party could pass one by unnoticed within the dark shadows.  With them, they brandish wickedly bladed weapons capable of cutting a human man in half which have been dubbed by the locals as Wraith-blades.  The weapons hold on them two leather straps, drawn so that when the weapon is moved deliberately it emanates a low bass humming noise.

Unlike popular theory, the forests' creatures are not slain with sunlight.