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Neverwinter Wood, once the ancient Llewyrrwood, is a deep and brooding forest veined with the primal magic of the North. Its dark canopy shelters creatures both wondrous and wicked, fed by the warm currents of the Neverwinter River, whose source in Mount Hotenow keeps the forest mysteriously temperate year-round. The western Watcher's Forest, guarded by Helmites from nearby Helm’s Hold, forms a sacred vigil against the growing corruption within. Though elves once ruled here, their ruins lie scattered and half-swallowed by moss, and the Eldreth Veluuthra—an elven supremacist sect—haunt the woods, twisting its legacy with hatred. Orcs fear its depths, and even hardened travelers avoid the thickest glades, where gnolls, hobgoblins, and cunning bugbears prowl. Yet within this peril lies beauty: starlit glens, whispering groves, and a rumored feycross—a hidden gateway to the Feywild, stirring with otherworldly allure and unseen danger.

Twilight lingers under ancient boughs, where beams of golden mist catch on ivy-strangled trunks. Warm river vapors rise through mossy ravines, while unseen creatures rustle beyond sight. Pale blue mushrooms glow in shadowed undergrowth, and gnarled trees lean like silent watchers. The deeper you go, the thicker the magic feels—like breath caught in your throat, charged and waiting.