The Border Forest sits in the northwest corner of the Dalelands and, as it’s name suggests, marks the border of the dales from what used to be the great desert.
It’s a deep and foreboding place though not without sylvan charm. Very similar, at first glance, to the glades, meadows and cathedral like canopies of its southern cousin in Cormyr the differences become apparent in spending but little time there.
Whereas the southern forests are guarded by elven, eladrin and gnomish scouts the Border Forest is watched by a power older and and deeper than even those races. The constant feeling of eyes upon you in the south are easily interpreted as humanoid watchers keeping track of your movements to report you to the local authorities. In the Border Forest it’s as if the very loam you walk on, the bark and leaves, the whispers of wind and babbling of brooks tell of and mark your passage constantly to a power older and more powerful by far than any race to walk upon the land.