Kwinharin

Kwinharin - The Rainwoods bloom with verdure, blessed by the land spirit known as the Sister of Spring.

Kwiwinharin The land spirit of the Rainwoods is an ancient soul of blooming life. Around it, the world grows like a primeval rainforest, with unique plants and glowing fungi hidden within the verdant depths. The cold winds coming off the Iceflow Sea hit the Fangs of Argarak and condense into rain that drenches the land. Known as the Rainwoods to explorers, the region has a deeper name to the people of Xen’drik - Kwinharin, the Sister of Spring. Both a place and a powerful spirit of the land, Kwinharin is an ancient primal force said to be one of Eberron’s true children.

Her vibrant coastal domain embraces the boreal realm of her brother, Raiarin, to the south. Within Kwinharin, life blooms. The temperate rainforest is awash with green, with moss and lichen covering every inch. The air is fragrant with natural scents, and lies as still as it was when the world was young. The primal vitality within the land causes the plants to grow to extraordinary sizes, and even the animals often resemble moving vegetation. As a result, in the heart of the Rainwoods, the forest floor can be almost entirely shaded by vast ferns and tropical trees that soar into the canopy.

Here, the gloom is a sea of bioluminescent fungi and hazy spores - an alien world of soft hush and thick atmosphere. Myconids travel the deep paths, communing with the spirit of Kwinharin as grovetenders and shepherds. The Rainwoods are the ancestral home of Verdant Path druids, who often gather in the region to commune with the land spirit and meet with their fellows. Many return to its forests as they get older, performing a ritual to turn themselves into treant ‘saints’ who teach the next generation. The borders of the Rainwoods are patrolled by members of the Verdant Path, who keep an eye out for loggers, monsters, or other dangers to the health of the forest.

In recent years, this duty has become increasingly vital; the daelkyr Avassh, Twister of Roots, has begun reaching out to Kwinharin in an effort to corrupt the land spirit. The infectious spores of the Twister are a virulent plague. Currently, the primal purity of the land spirit and its servants are being channeled into cleansing the aberrant taint of the Twister, overwhelming its creations with the power of nature. In truth, this innocent defense can only hold out for so long. If the Path cannot find a way to prevent the forces of the daelkyr rising from below, the land spirit they worship may be in danger - and Xen’drik with it.