⚔ Aᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ ⚔

Malabog’s Realm, a dread dominion within the Feywild, festers beneath a sky of eternal dusk. Ruled by the tyrannical fomorian king Malabog, the land is a grotesque inversion of Feywild splendor—where natural beauty curdles into nightmare. Towering fortresses of dark iron and cracked obsidian pierce the mist-choked air, their battlements manned by twisted giants, redcaps, and mutated fey. The landscape pulses with unstable arcane energy, warping trees into gnarled claws and rivers into tar-like streams that whisper secrets to the mad. Once-sacred glades now serve as courts of torment and spectacle, where Malabog revels in displays of cruelty. His throne, deep within the Iron Maw Citadel, oversees a realm wracked by pain and dominion. Even time feels corrupted here—days stretch endlessly, and dreams unravel. Those who enter this domain without powerful wards risk being transformed, enslaved, or lost to its ever-warping terrain.

A cracked twilight sky hangs over jagged black fortresses, their spires rising like teeth from the blighted ground. Twisted forests of ironbark trees creak under unseen weight, and rivers shimmer with dark magic. The air ripples with distortion, casting double shadows. Amid the gloom, malformed fey and hulking giants patrol the corrupted land, their presence warping even the light around them.