Moonlit Highlands
The Moonlit Highlands stretch across the northwestern reaches of Amoxis , a region of silvered grasslands, wind-swept plateaus, and craggy cliffs that glow with ethereal light under the veil of night. Bathed in near-constant moonlight due to a unique Celestial alignment, the region is named not for its weather, but for its strange connection to Sera, the Moon Goddess, whose presence seems to linger in every stone and breeze.
During the day, the highlands appear quiet and serene—rolling hills blanketed in lavender-hued flora, pale birches, and glittering dew that never quite fades. Herds of lunar-touched beasts graze the slopes, and shimmering insects drift lazily through the air, leaving behind trails of phosphorescent dust. But it is at night that the Moonlit Highlands come alive. The grasses shift in color, glowing silver and blue; the wind carries songs in languages long forgotten; and spectral forms are known to dance atop the hills, caught in eternal rituals or wandering in dreamlike reverie.
The land is steeped in ancient magic. Leylines braid beneath the soil, and old moonstone obelisks—markers of a long-faded civilization—rise from the earth like skeletal fingers. Temples to Sera, some ruined and overgrown, others still tended by pallid elves and twilight worshippers, dot the landscape. These sacred sites are said to act as conduits to the Spirit Realm, the Dreaming, and sometimes even the Astral Sea.
Despite its beauty, the Moonlit Highlands are not without peril. Will-o’-the-wisps lure travelers off safe paths. Fae tricksters, both benign and malicious, play their games beneath the moon. And on rare, cursed nights—when all three moons of Aigusyl align—the veil between worlds thins, allowing spirits and monsters of dream and nightmare to cross over, if only briefly.
The region is home to various scattered peoples—pallid elves in carved cliffside enclaves, twilight druids who chart the moon’s changing tides, and traveling clans who honor the stars with song and story. Legends say that one can hear Sera’s voice when alone under the full moon here, and those who do are forever changed—touched by silver, bound to fate, or called to something greater.
The Moonlit Highlands are a realm of quiet enchantment and eerie beauty—a place where magic lingers like mist, the veil between dreams and reality is thin, and every hill seems to hold a secret waiting to be illuminated by the moon.
