Dense brambles rise in thick, interwoven clumps, their crimson-stemmed vines heavy with dark berries and sharper still with curved, wicked thorns. Even in summer, navigating through the thicket is a test of patience and pain — where every step risks torn clothing and bloodied arms. The air is thick with the hum of insects and the scent of ripe fruit, fermenting ever so slightly under the weight of the sun.
In winter, a stark silence falls over the patch. The vines remain, brittle and skeletal, still treacherous to pass. Snow clings to their spindly limbs, and fallen berries freeze beneath the frost, black against white. But even in the cold, the thicket does not sleep — it endures.
And something may dwell beneath the tangled roots.
Fangberry Thicket offers Dungeon Masters a natural maze perfect for foraging quests, ambushes, or hidden discoveries. Whether harvesting under pressure or uncovering what else nests in the briars, this bramble-choked landmark promises more than just a handful of berries.
