Adra-Falan

It is said that when going West of Elysia, a clever traveler will take a ship, a foolish traveler will brave the mountains, and a dead traveler will take the forest path. This is because the golden canopies of Adra Falan mark the ancient homeland of the Fall Court adrassi. One could be forgiven for admiring the quiet beauty of these woods, which stand in a tranquil state of eternal autumn. However, that beauty hides a predator more deadly than any viper or wolf. One would do well to avoid an ivory colored larch bearing luminous fruit, or intricate blades somehow growing from the roots of a gray oak. While trespassing is a death sentence, stealing from the Fall Court leads to a far worse fate. It may seem there are many rocky outcroppings under which to hide, or shadowy caves in which to lose one’s pursuers, but there is no safe place for non-adrassi in Adra Falan. Her inhabitants spend the entirety of their long lives traversing these lands and honing their skills with the bow and the blade. Even members of the other adrassi courts are often treated as outsiders by the denizens of Adra Falan. Though they would not be hunted outright, their motives would eventually be questioned and inevitably found insufficient.

The Amber Throne
The Eternals of Adra Falan rarely hold court, but when they do they gather at a great petrified tree known as The Amber Throne. This massive structure appears from a distance to be made of gold, but is in fact comprised of tons of crystalline amber. Pathways and great halls have been carved into the tree, which are often vacant due to the nomadic lifestyle of the Fall Court. Yet they are never truly empty, as the translucent walls of the palace feature the frozen bodies of those who have summoned the full ire of the adrassi. It is rare for outsiders to survive seeing The Amber Throne, but those that have often remark as to the strange echoes which emanate through the halls. It could simply be wind rushing through the petrified canopy, or the sound of water reverberating through the roots of the great tree. But some have conjectured that the long-dead Eternals of the past whisper dark tidings for those who walk the Throne’s lonely reaches, threatening madness as they climb to the highest boughs.