Forgotten Realms

The Glinting Wild is a realm of radiant chaos — a shifting plane sculpted by fortune, laughter, and risk. Nothing there stays the same for long: the ground might be golden sand one day and a checkerboard of cards the next. Rivers might flow with stardust, wine, or glowing dice, and bridges appear only when you leap. Floating islands spin in lazy patterns above, changing shape to match the desires or moods of those who walk them. The sky is a swirling canvas of soft pastels and sudden storms, with twin suns that rise and set on whims. Creatures of luck — smiling spirits, walking coins, winged cats with mismatched eyes — roam freely, often offering games, dares, or riddles. Amidst this playful world stands Tymora’s glimmering hall, ever-changing in form: sometimes a circus tent of silk and lanterns, sometimes a casino-palace of light. It is here that Byol grew up — a place with no strict rules, only opportunities — where he learned not to fear the unexpected, but to embrace it.

The Glinting Wild appears as a realm caught in a moment of celebration — a world bathed in color, motion, and ever-shifting wonder. The sky is never still: streaks of pink, gold, and sapphire swirl together like marbled paint, with twin suns that rise and fall unpredictably, sometimes in reverse. The ground sparkles faintly underfoot, made of glassy stones, oversized playing cards, or velvet grass that changes hue with each step. Floating platforms drift lazily overhead — some shaped like dice, others like lily pads made of light — rearranging themselves as if guided by chance. Trees bloom with coins, ribbons, or confetti instead of leaves, and their laughter-like rustling can be heard from afar. Fountains bubble with glowing liquid luck, and gravity is fickle — sometimes light objects float gently, or a coin toss takes ten seconds to fall. Rain may shimmer down in glittering threads, or the wind might hum like music. Everything glows just slightly, as if lit from within by whimsy.