"Bring something sharp, because something WILL be watching you." -Ibrahim, Jok. 99CA. Hunter's Mark. Halt-Cliff Scholar's Guild.
The woodlands of Everwealth are ancient realms of lore and life, their towering oaks and whispering pines veiling stories as old as the stars. Beneath their dense canopies lie faerie rings, forgotten empires, and winding paths that seem to shift with the seasons, leading wanderers deeper into the heart of their fatal mysteries. The air is thick with the scent of moss and earth, the quiet hum of magick woven into every rustling leaf and gnarled root. While peaceful glades and sacred groves offer respite to travelers, the deeper woods guard their secrets fiercely, shadowy glens where strange lights beckon, and haunting melodies lure the unwary to vanish without a trace. These are lands of Druids and spirits, where even the bravest tread lightly, aware that the woods give and take in equal measure.