During a long ago war, a very desperate dryad druid with all other options spent enlisted the aid of a glabrezu to help her defend her forest from an army of invading goblins. The demon agreed, and helped her fashion a staff that gave her the ability to scry upon her entire forest and enrage the animals into battle, control the strength of the very plants, and call down lightning anywhere in her domain.
Of course, being a demon, the glabrezu decided that the chaos wrought by the druid's war wasn't enough. It demanded a great sacrifice from the druid: she was forced to kill her own Tree and use its dead wood to fashion the powerful staff. Grief-stricken but determined to save her forest, the dryad acceded to the demon's wishes, and soon drove off the invading horde with her newfound power.
Alas, the dryad quickly discovered the continuing price of her sacrifice: she was unable to die the normal death of a dryad severed from her tree, and was instead condemned to live out the cold and lonely life of a mortal human. For years she bore her loss and slowly went insane with grief and anger, and for years her forest fell into a dark and twisted state that reflected her blackened soul. Eventually, though, for reasons now forgotten, she finally died and much of her spirit was subsumed into her staff, while the forest quickly recovered into a more natural state.
The dryad's staff is now in the heartwood of great oak tree deep in the forest, dormant but still malevolent. If discovered the staff might be used to do the bidding of a being powerful enough to control it. Or it might overpower the creature that tries to use it and work toward its own evil ends before settling again into a dark slumber.