The meadow stretches wide beneath a soft, endless sky—rolling waves of emerald grass, dotted with wildflowers that shimmer faintly with lingering magic. The air hums with warmth and life: bees drifting lazily, the flutter of wings, and the soothing rush of a brook winding through the heart of the field. A breeze carries the scent of wild herbs and sunlit clover, brushing softly against the skin.
Encircling the meadow is a living wall of ancient trees—towering oaks, silvery elms, and whispering willows—that guard the borders like gentle sentinels. Sunlight filters through the leaves in golden veils, painting shifting patterns across the grass. Winding paths lead through the trees to small, scattered villages of ivy-clad cottages and wooden bridges. Lanterns infused with quiet enchantment glow even in daylight, marking safe trails and welcoming hearths.
The enchanted humans who dwell here live in deep harmony with the land and its magic. Their laughter often drifts through the fields, and their spells are woven into everyday life—simple blessings of good harvest, clear skies, and restful dreams. They are generally friendly to travelers who wander into their meadow, greeting guests with food, stories, and curiosity rather than suspicion.
At dusk, the meadow glows with drifting lights—fireflies mingling with soft spheres of magic as villagers gather for song or quiet conversation. This is a realm where peace endures not through isolation, but through kindness; where time itself seems to linger, unwilling to disturb the calm.
The enchanted ones keep The Enslaved Grounders as slaves. If they find anyone looking like them that is not enslaved they will be come aggressive to them
This area is rich in resources, anyone found damaging the area will become hostile