Mythrandir is the heart of Myr, shrouded in verdant mystery, where sprawling, ancient forests stretch endlessly, their towering trees bearing the weight of the world’s forgotten history. The heart of the realm is a breathtaking fusion of nature and stone, with colossal trees entwined with the architecture of the capitol—a city of soaring stone towers, moss-covered bridges, and shadowed courtyards. The air hums with an ageless magic, a faint reminder of when the gods themselves walked the world. To the west, the foreboding mountains stand like silent sentinels, their peaks cloaked in mist, while the southern borders meet the endlessness of the Erythian Expanse, its crashing waves whispering secrets of the deep. Mythrandir is a threshold between realms, a place where the veil to the Feywild is thin and the dark fey hold dominion over hidden glades and forgotten ruins. It is a land of haunting beauty and perilous wonder, where both mortal and immortal tread carefully, knowing the forest remembers everything.
Elderwood Grove is an ancient and untamed forest, where colossal, rune-carved trees stretch toward the heavens, their interwoven canopy shrouding the land in perpetual twilight. The air hums with primal magic, and glowing flora carpets the forest floor, illuminating hidden paths. Timbermanes, mystical guardians with luminous eyes, prowl the woods while haunting winds carry whispers of forgotten gods. The Grove feels alive, its presence both awe-inspiring and foreboding, a realm where nature’s raw power intertwines with supernatural mystery.
To the south, the dense woods open to the rugged coastline of the Erythian Expanse, where cliffs rise dramatically above the roaring ocean. The waves crash against jagged rocks, casting plumes of salty mist into the air. Hidden coves and sandy shores lie nestled between the cliffs, accessible only by those daring enough to navigate treacherous trails. Quaint thatch cottages and cobblestone villages dot the coastline, their structures built to blend seamlessly with the surrounding trees and rock, their residents attuned to the ocean's moods and the forest's whispers.