The Seelie Winter Court. House Seranthiel. The Seranstrae Dominion.
The Seelie Winter Court. The Realm of Honour and Starlight. Stern, elegant, detached - but deeply wise. Guardians of Law and Heritage. The most powerful of the Seelie courts.
Each realm has its own atmosphere, danger and colour language.
The Seelie Winter Court. The Realm of Honour and Starlight. Stern, elegant, detached - but deeply wise. Guardians of Law and Heritage. The most powerful of the Seelie courts.
A realm of beginnings, renewal and growth. Its magic rooted in vines, blossoms rainfall and blooming life.
Dominated by the magic of radiance, fire and passion, Caelora is a land of golden sunshine woven into flame.
A land of knowledge, fruition, and endings, where golden leaves turn to ash and lanterns glow in the mist. Visitors are reminded of the nature of Autumn, the ripening of fruit, falling leaves and harvest. They are advised not to forget that all things decay, knowledge is life and memories are precious. Strongest at dusk.
Beautiful corruption. Purple and green shadow, dangerous glamour, rot beneath beauty and the influence of Smerdante.
Moss, roots, decay and old magic. The place where rot breathes beneath the surface and Thornhelm's presence reaches outward. Magic is tied to The Mire, decay, disease and roots. Primal domination is at its heart. It is brutal, possessive, primal seeing beauty only as something to claim.
Cindraveth is a place without contentment. Nothing thrives except a delight in the death of everything that lives. Its rich beauty hides a land starving within its own bounty where every harvest fails.
This is a realm without dawn. Where no true sunlight has touched its frozen wastes for centuries. It lies under a vast, starless sky–endless black threaded with drifting veils of pale grey light that move like ghosts beneath deep water.
Stone, gold and mortal strength. The mortal realm, where courage and consequence matter as much as magic. No magic dominates here. But without the protection of Seelie magic it will collapse.
A desert within Limskada guarded by the Argenserpens. Pale sand, silver dust, riddles, consequence and inward truth.
Under the earth. Hidden from sight. The Silent Lands are a place few return from.
Skjarthfell, mountains of despair.Like the broken teeth of an ancient god. Its timeless runes refuse the use of magic and truth may steal your soul.
Far from the mainland of Limskada and hidden amongst the tranquil waters of the Mirithean Sea, Ystme is the ancient sanctuary of the Grey Brethren. For centuries it has served as a place of study, discovery and magical learning, drawing scholars and mages from across the realms.
Hidden beyond impossible portals and shaped by Smerdante's will, the Retreat is a place where darkness obeys its master and reality bends to desire. What appears within its walls may be beautiful, but nothing can be trusted.