Densely populated by tall forests, the few open fields of this region are bountiful and green unlike any other. An abundance of prey and herbs can be found within the trees and mountains decorating the land, and a number of woodland creatures can be seen scurrying quickly through its depths.
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Ambrosia Range
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An abandoned farm, now left to ruin scattered with other old houses and barns. The animals that once claimed the area, including a myriad of cows, chickens, pigs and horses roam freely among them, creating a rather odd sight unique to the area. An overgrown vineyard, ripe with grapes and sprawling well out of its former bounds can be seen within the ruins of low stone walls, which now lay mostly fallen and reclaimed by nature and the passage of time.
Cosmic Isle
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A small island that flourishes with life. In the midst of its shores lies a forest of vibrant color, from ruby kissed hibiscus blooms to viridescent palms of all kinds. When the lights go out, however, is when the magic truly begins -- colonies of bioluminescent bacteria scatter the shores and rocks to light up the night like terrestrial stardust, keeping the island true to its name: the Cosmic Isle.
Ichorwood
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A forest truly unlike any other. Locked in what seems like permanent autumn, the trees here are forever a deep crimson red. This red wash over the world leaves any passerby with an uneasy feeling, as if for some reason nature is not the true reason for the red leaves. Some claim that any that enter Ichorwood are lost to it and after they succumb, the trees themselves grow ever brighter with that bloody hue.
Moonpeak Spire
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A seemingly normal mountain which very often casts a large shadow into the ocean’s great bay. Jagged teeth jut outward from the earth, warning those who enter that it is not a place to be traversed lightly - though it still remains a habitable place. Some argue it has the most grand view of all in the region, but it is difficult to see the beauty of the ocean from its peaks when the water is so often engulfed in shadow. So what is its true beauty?
Raven's Grove
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Trees lurch ominously over dark, forested tunnels, creating pathways that are so disorienting that the grove could almost be mistaken for a maze. Some say the tunnels move and shift of their own accord, cruelly toying with its visitors, while others feel bewitched as if by a spell and remain forever lost. One is never alone with the overwhelming presence of ravens in this place, however, as they wait among the branches; forever watching, and seemingly never leaving this strange network of passages. They say that whenever one dies within the grove, a new raven appears to take their place.
Royal Wisterian Woodlands
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Holding close to the forest, it is further decorated by beautiful red wisteria’s that overheard the area alongside blossoming apple trees. Red holds onto these willowing vines, often letting the ground be trampled by dazzling petals while the white flowers start to welcome the fruitful season of ripe apples. An elk’s delight, as near the end they graze through to scavenge the fallen remains.
Seabirds Keep
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A cove opens up to the ocean, the surrounding hills giving way to its open azure center, its sides decorated with rocky openings and sandy edges. Seagulls whirl through the sky, crying out across the clear waters as they make their nests in the tall cliffsides that harbor many more hidden secrets. Somewhere just out of view, an abandoned boat can be seen lying in its own wreckage, where even more seabirds choose to roost.
Singing Hills
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Flat meadows open out into rolling hills, where a light breeze wisps through the tall grasses that almost creates a whisper to the wandering ear. Four-leaf clovers dance merrily in small patches as the wind makes its quiet song, allowing many a traveler to feel almost jovial with their newfound muse.
Sleeping Doe's Range
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Often do herds wander into these golden open plains of tall grass, relishing in the sun on cloudless days to nap in groups. Variety of wildflowers are found in its midst, where the elk often divulge its taste as an evening snack for a lazy day. A pond hangs somewhere within the west, letting any thirst be quenched by its chilling, delightful water.
Sparrow’s Overpass
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Separating the two regions is a babbling river which serves as a homestead to a large population of sparrows. They prefer to nest within the overhanging trees, and are often heard singing merrily amidst the chatter of the water as it flows downstream. Across the river lay several old stone bridges, connecting the two lands and creating a safe passage between the Great Woodlands and Westmoor Wakes.
The Elk's Crown
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Divined by a variety of diverse trees, it is a serene land like that of a painting for those who cross the crown. Plentiful in its bounty, streams roam through as it diverges the remnants of old medieval remains, columns and stairs, thrones and decor, lost civilization buried in the growth. Within its depth is the king that holds the throne, a grand ruler, an elk who guards this sacred forest alongside the herd that lives within its depths.
The Giant's Throne
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A place that was once said to be a home to giants, where seemingly intentional pathways are immeasurably large, and the streams are light. Waterfalls cascade around, and somewhere hidden in their mists is said the mountains had shaped it's way to what looks like that of a throne. Fallen stones and columns lay about, reminiscent of a time that none remember.
Weeping Willows
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Long branches sway gently as whispering trees rustle quietly against the breeze, while a seemingly faint, ethereal song trickles in one’s ear. Through the veil of willows and beneath the grass and leaves, this verdant place is a tranquil haven for many that make their home in its quiet sanctuary.
