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Shilmista Forest, draped in near-constant twilight beneath its dense canopy, lies between Amn and Tethyr, a secretive and sovereign elven realm cradled in the shadow of the Snowflake Mountains. Once ruled by the noble King Galladel, the forest grieved his death in 1361 DR, when the ogrillon warlord Ragnor breached its bounds. Now, under the guidance of Lady Xuné, a revered High Priestess of Eilistraee and daughter of both surface and Underdark heritage, the Elves of the Night preserve its sanctity. The forest is sacred—no hunting, fire, or woodcutting is permitted, and those who defy its laws often fall victim to enchantments that twist them into beasts. Towering, ancient trees imbued with primal magic conceal ethereal glades, forgotten ruins, and vigilant elven sentries. Shilmista is more than a home—it is a living covenant between the elves and the natural world, a realm of hushed wonder and uncompromising protection.

Shilmista glows with muted greens and silvers, its trees towering like cathedral pillars beneath a veil of perpetual dusk. Shafts of moonlight pierce the canopy in rare, sacred places, glimmering off mossy stone and leaf-dappled streams. Eyes gleam from branches and brush, ever watchful. The air is thick with magic, heavy with floral musk, and every sound is softened, as though the forest itself chooses what may echo.