The Feywild

The Feywild is a psuedo-plane that lies parallel to Sirestir proper - geographically it is a mirror image of the world, but the contents of the world vary wildly. Where cities and towns stand on Sirestir, there are great and ancient oaks lit by floating wispfires and occupied by giggling sprites. There are immense forest clearings where Dryads dance in circles to the maddening tumult of Satyr drums. Dark paths wind into impossibly dusky woods where Hags and Crones make their covens and hatch their nefarious plans. Creeks and rivers flow through glades full of Faerie homes and into lakes and ponds where Nymphs and Nereids bathe idly in the autumn light. Even deeper still there are patches of the forests even other Fey will not enter, occupied by the most foul and nefarious Unseelie Fey. Dullahans spell death for any unlucky enough to stumble upon them, Banshees wander in eternal grief and Cailleach, exiled King of the Unseelie Court, resides in his Impossible Tree, mulling over his many defeats.

Even the central Fey city of Nira-Mog-Gannog is a place not without danger. Split almost perfectly between the Seelie and Unseelie courts, Nira-Mog-Gannog is a city of both idyllic gardens and cold betrayal. To spend even a night in Nira-Mog-Gannog is to surrender one's safety to the whims and amusement of whatever innkeep ... or "inkeep" has taken your gold.