The Brambles

...Moonlight weaves a silvery dance,
As the Brambles unfold, it is safe to advance.
Through twisted branches and mystical haze
Dangers stalk this treasure filled maze.
Creatures unseen in the tangled mire,
Their eyes aglow with an inner fire.
Ancient secrets just scattered around,
In the heart of the Brambles, where power is bound...

or something like that, it doesn't really translate all that well, from what I have been told. There at the end where I used power, that could be "godspell" or "artifact," it could also mean "unspeakable horror from beyond the far realm." Bit tricky translating languages this closely related to Babble.

— Jasper Cameron Leader of The Bronze Ravens.

The man looked over at the growing shanty town and sighed. He would have to move his camp soon. It never was worth it lingering to close to others when one had a weapon such as his. Maze Walkerhad been right about that, at least. Still, it should be another couple of days before those foolish enough to throw out challenges noticed him.
His staff clattered to the ground at that thought, almost seeming to mock him. "None of that, we talked about this, once The Brambles open up it will be open season for you, but don't go bringing trouble before then. Ah hells, now you got me talking to nothin again. Might be worth going in early and just tossing you at random. See how long you sit idly by before the maze brings someone to you. How would you like that. And who knows, maybe one of the demons rumored to wander will pick you up and take you to the hells. No more fun on the mortal plane for you then."
He turned back to the temporary town. To his dismay, a wealthy looking caravan had made its way to the edge nearest him and was setting up some gaudy pavilion, some noble no doubt. The Labyrinth of Bribes attracted all sorts, but rich fools most of all. Easier paths opened up for those willing to leave the Labyrinth something in return, almost always guaranteeing a return on the initial investment.
No doubt the upper class fools would leave with a plethora of magical items to sell at a tidy profit, though the less savory ones may trade a guard or lesser relative for an ever greater haul. He was here for something else though, something far greater but less tangible than most knew could be gotten in The Brambles. For it was somewhere in the thorny maze that a small monastery was hidden away from the world. His weapon, Pyroclastic Flow, had told him of it. There they should be able to teach him a fighting style more suited to this particular staff, one that would, hopefully, leave him less singed after a fight.

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The brambles are the only known Labyrinth to exist on the surface of the world. Not that that does anyone any good. Cant see anything from the air, though people have tried. Cant really enter it from above either, not without more powerful firemagic than most can manage. The entrance opens once a year, on the first full Darkening Moon after the Harvest Moon. Merchants, lesser nobles, adventurers, and desperate fools all gather in an attempt to find fortune and fame. More surprising is that almost 90% of those that enter come back out, giving the forboding tangle of brambles and thorns it other name "The Merciful Labyrinth."
Indeed the only thing that makes the journey to The Brambles dangerous is the lack of water in the area. Well, the lack of accessible potable water. There is the river of course, meandering around most of the northern edge. Gettign water from that is more lethal than a trip into the labyrinth. There are toxins in the water that cannot be removed expecpt by magical means. The results of drinking the water are... not pleasant. And that is if the numerous predators or poisonous plants that call the banks home dont kill you first. No, your best bet is to either bring your own water, something that many of the caravans have dedicated wagons for, or to have a magical means of creating your own.