The Misty Plains contains almost no vegetation save for its rolling grasslands, but somewhere, marked on no map, stands a small wood of trees, little more than a copse. Their boughs are twisted, and the knots in their bark look almost like faces twisted in torment, their leafless boughs reaching to the heavens for mercy. At the centre of this stand is a well, nondescript with short walls built around it of mossy granite. It is a gateway to the Abyss, the place known on other worlds as Hell. A voice calling for help, or screaming, sometimes just crying, or sometimes singing sweetly can be heard echoing out from the trees. Usually it sounds to be the voice of a child. Unwary investigators soon fall prey to the spirits held within the trees. Since no survivors of an attack here exist, what actually happens to the unfortunates is only hearsay. Some stories say they are thrown into the well, others say they are tortured and devoured whilst yet more say they are trapped, and transformed to join the lost souls already around the well, becoming another of the twisted trees.