Description
A forest of ancient light where silver leaves glow beneath a sky that never fully turns to night Three kingdoms stand divided within it:
The trees themselves are part of something older, a network that once bound a darkness the world dared not name.
Lunethir rests as sacred ground where the moon touches the earth, while Myrrh’s Hollow listens to voices that have not yet been spoken.
The scars of the Elven Civil War still run deep, and not all wounds were political. Something in the forest is beginning to fail, and when it does, the world will feel it.