Autumn Realms of Faerie

The Autumn Realms of The Feywild are lands of fading light and fertile decay, where the songs of Summer give way to silence, and golden leaves drift endlessly through the air like forgotten promises. These realms embody loss, reflection, and the slow beauty of surrender—the turning of the wheel when abundance must fall, and all things prepare for the long stillness to come. The air is cool, heavy with the scent of leaf-litter, applewood smoke, and earth made soft by the weight of endings. Magic here is quieter, deeper, and tinged with melancholy; it is the magic of dusk, of old memories, of things given up willingly. Every Autumn Court interprets this in its own way—some through the reverence of rot and ritual, others through whispers, dreams, and the beauty of what must be let go.   Though united by season, the Autumn Courts are fractured in leadership. Once, they knelt together under the rule of the Pumpkin King, a sovereign of shadowed harvests and bittersweet revels, whose laughter stirred the falling leaves and whose crown was said to be carved from an unbreakable metal. But after his mysterious death—by whose hand, none will say—the throne was left empty, and his court became known as the Court of the Empty Throne. In this vacuum, Queen Mab, icy sovereign of the Winter Realms and monarch of all Unseelie, has woven her influence like frost upon a windowpane. No ArchFey has dared to take up the Pumpkin King’s mantle, for to do so would challenge Mab’s tightening grip and risk her wrath. And so, the Autumn Realms drift: powerful, poignant, and directionless, their every step forward haunted by what was, and what dares not yet be again.