Even before Bob came to this land this forest has been named this.
They say that a horrible thing happened here. Although as to what no one knows.
But since that day the trees have had what looks like blood running down them. This thens runs into the rivers and streams and make them look the same. The rocks, paths, and ground are the same. It seems like no where in this forest it can be escaped.
Anyone who ventures here for long periods of time end up covered in the same substance. Anyone who drinks the waters, or eats the food become what they say crazed. As though it is part of the forests vengence.
It is very rare to see any animals here.
But the tales to do say that some how the forest can be fixed. As to how though they never say. Maybe some day a young adventure will find out how, and manage to return the forest to what it once was : The forest of life.
