Blooming West
The Untamed Frontier of Thelvara
West of the Thelvara Dynasty lies a land untouched by civilization, a vast and uncharted expanse called the Blooming West. Shaped by the lingering magic of Faelion, the fallen goddess of the wilds, this region is as beautiful as it is unpredictable. Though no walls or laws prevent settlement, the Thelvarian people dare not claim this land as their own, for nature itself resists their presence.
A Landscape Shaped by Wild Magic
The Blooming West is unlike any other place in Ëndria. Here, vastly different biotopes coexist in ways that defy natural order, creating a realm where landscapes shift and blend in eerie harmony. Vast fields of unnaturally tall grass sway in silent waves, masking unseen paths beneath their emerald sea. Rolling hills are crowned with vibrant groves, with petals dancing in a perpetual, unseen breeze. Rivers carve through the land, yet their courses are not fixed; over time, they change direction, carving new valleys and abandoning old ones. Deep cracks in the ground sometimes reveal ancient, overgrown ravines, bursting with vibrant and exotic plant life that seems untouched by decay.
A Realm of Life Without Predators
Despite its lush splendor, the Blooming West is curiously absent of great predators. There are no prowling beasts, no monstrous carnivores lurking in the underbrush. Instead, the land is alive with smaller creatures—flocks of birds with iridescent plumage, insects that shimmer like gemstones, and strange, gentle creatures that wander the groves. Some plants, however, are not so benign; vibrant flowers may conceal toxic spores, and vines may shift when no one is watching, weaving new barriers overnight.
The Land That Rejects Civilization
Throughout history, few have dared to settle in the Blooming West, and none have remained for long. It is believed that a curse marks the land, the very essence of Faelion’s wild magic ensures that no settlement can last. Structures decay at unnatural speeds, overtaken by vines and moss within days. Roads vanish beneath sudden overgrowth, and whole villages disappears, having been swallowed by the earth. Those who attempt to claim the Blooming West as their own soon find their efforts erased, reclaimed by the ever-changing wilderness.
A Place of Wonder and Mystery
While the Thelvarian people respect and revere the Blooming West, few venture deep into its heart. It is a place of adventure, of fleeting beauty and whispered legend. Some claim to have seen ruins swallowed by blooming canopies, where forgotten relics lie untouched. Others tell of strange lights moving through the valleys at night, of voices on the wind, calling travelers astray.
One thing remains certain—while Faelion herself may be long gone, her legacy lingers. The Blooming West is not merely a place, but a testament to a power beyond mortal comprehension. It is a land that does not belong to elves, nor men, nor any living being. It belongs only to itself.
