Description
The heart of human ambition. Here, smoke and sap share the same air. Humans here revere balance—fire for progress, roots for restraint—but their machines grow louder each year. Steam trains run through sacred groves, and the forest spirits have grown quiet. Beneath Ironhart, a massive engine sometimes mutters in its sleep—spitting out words scholars call prophecy. At Brackenmill, dwarven trade fills human coffers. At Evershade, elven diplomats disappear under moonlight. The old Greenwood Treaty binds them still, though few recall what it truly promised. Some say its last line was struck out by blood.