In the northeastern reaches of the continent, where the waters of the Lucidian Ocean break between the rocky shores of Tal’Dorei, a lush treeline fills the valleys between the chalk-white bluffs of the Alabaster Sierras. This cold, uncivilized territory lies beyond the direct reach of the Tal’Dorei Council, and falls under the sovereign rule of the Chamber of Whitestone. The region is framed by dangerously windy shoreside cliffs and dry, desolate mountains swarming with harpies, wyverns, and other hungry monstrosities. Beneath the peaks, the valley opens into the thickly wooded pine forest known as the Parchwood. This dense, temperate rainforest is beautiful and lush, but many shadowed threats loom in the dark of the wood. The northern center of the valley marks a single clearing where the humble city of Whitestone stands as the source of rule and law in this land. Built around the ancient Sun Tree, the people here have been hardened through strife and exalted through freedom enough to know honor and appreciate loyalty like few other civilizations do.