Autumn Court
While the populance of the Fall Court moved towards the future, those of the Autumn Court clung to the past with a fiercity so intesnse they managed to succeed beyond the logical constraints Man could comprehend much less accomplish, forcibly reverting the land to a state resembling the ancient past.
The Autumnese of "today" are an isloated people with a deep history that few outsiders have had the luxury of witnessing, much less cataloging. Because of this, information regarding the goings inside the Autumn Court is difficult to come across, however we have managed to derive some bare information from the increibly rare occasion a local leaves the nations borders. Since Splitting off from the fall court, any and all traces of modern civilization have been erased, with nature running rampant to reclaim the land and assimilating the remnants. The End result being the creation of so called "tree towns" as merchants have described, entire small settlements that have managed to live and settle in the hollowed remains of giant, living trees that reshape their innards and branches to resemble makeshift buildings. Less extrordinary circumstances also have lead to the creation of treetop settlements connected by suspension briedges made from grass, the description resembles the long since outdated conditions Elves once lived in the days of old when the ground was fraught with dangerous predators.
The borders are surrounded by Dense forests in a threatening multicolored mist resembling the borelais normally seen in the Northen Skyline, this phenomenon was once rare and dates back since History's origins, since splitting off from the court just over a century from today however, this mist has become a common sight, a beutiful sight that masks it's inherient cruelty. Most travelers that managed to sneak into the region sparesly return and the ones that do are often changed by their experience. My human brother-in-law wandered into the region on a drunken jaunt just nearly 300 years ago, until 4 months ago we found neither hide nor hair of him before the mists returned him to us in a delirius state. Flynn was one of the lucky ones, from his perspective he's only been gone for a short walk, others who have returned were not as lucky.
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