The great forest of Veldmere, spreading across the island's interior and surrounding Kingsmere. Common folk call it the Tangle - a name that captures what it has become.

Before The Fall, the Oldwood was deep and ancient but not impassable. The king's roads ran through it. Woodcutters worked its edges. Nobles hunted its glades.

Now the Oldwood is where Chaos pools deepest. The trees grow thick enough to block out all light. Paths shift overnight. The Immorean ruins within have become the fortresses of the night. The Iron Roads are all but dust, swallowed by malicious undergrowth.