Urdai Sinwal
The southern reaches of the Karthus Plains are bounded by the Urdai Sinwal, The Greybark Forest. This southern forest is teeming with Wood elves and forest gnomes, halflings, and other non-human creatures in some numbers. While warmer than the Vast Greenwood, the Greybark affords a dense canopy, enabling even underground creatures to feel comfortable traveling through it at night. The southern and eastern boundary of the Greybark is the Sarapadian Sea. The boundary to the west is the West Marches, and the nothern boundary is the North March Road.
The Greybark is home to a number of wood elves and high elves from Tarisir, the descendants of the tribes from Apadia. The capital Gaelfor is located southeast of the Coalfens, halfway into the forest. To the west of Gaelfor is the Faewald, a wild region of the Greybark untamed by any. In the far west near the coast south of Kîmet is the Western Outpost, which was abandoned and became known as the Lost Outpost.
From the Origins of Sarapadia spoken by Kyðeon, the Last Scion; as Recorded by Xerox Poughkeepsie
...Sarapadia, a wild land only tamed by Humans, Dwarves, Gnomes, and Halflings, who largely kept to themselves in tribes. Alliances and friendships formed between localities, and they each survived together. None were prepared for the darkest of their dreams to become real and attack them. Then the dragons came. The skies became a threat to all, and every crevasse filled with seething darkness unless commanded by the Dwarven Empire or the Gnomish Empire. Alone the humans and halflings braved the open terrain, sometimes food for bulettes and wyverns; but they bred quickly, their hardy races full of love and hope, even though darkness lies within all its souls in differing degrees. ... Were it not for the foresight of the Elves of Tarisir, I would not be speaking with you today. We kept our old ways, and warred not, so we used our resources to escape from Apadia and flock to Sarapadia. As we traveled to the new land and upon our arrival, we beseeched the help of Bahamut, the Platinum Dragon, the Lord of All Metallic Dragons, and indeed the grandsire of all dragons. He heard our pleas and recognized our plight, and granted each of the peoples who lived in Sarapadia and those who would now call it home, a Scion of their people, for the good of Sarapadia. I am the last of the original Scions remaining, and my gift is to see the movement of Urðr, whether or not I understand Her motivations. I saw then that our days would be numbered far less in Apadia, and used what influence I had to convince others to stay in this new land instead. We sent back the ships that brought our nearly ten thousand souls to Sarapadia, to gather more of our kith and kin; and they were never heard from again. For our thanks, we would forever become the guardians of Sarapadia, which is why we are a militaristic culture of elves.
