The Sylvan Wilds
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A murky, ancient wilderness of moss and silver-birch. Sunlight seldom reaches the forest floor; the under-boughs carpet themselves in fungi, fern, and the quiet breath of a thousand years. The Sylvan hold the old paths here, and the Spriggans remember every grove lost to the axe.
Cultural Notes
Older than the kingdom itself. The Sylvan keep the marked paths for travellers who know the courtesies; the unmarked paths are the Spriggans' and should not be walked without invitation. Foresters of the realm speak of the Wilds with a mixture of reverence and hurry — the country rewards patience, and punishes presumption.