The Feywild is beyond words.
Beautiful? Yes, but the word cannot do it justice. Saying the Feywild is beautiful is not enough. It can’t be conveyed to you the sheer majesty of the domain. I’ll have to just tell you what happened the first time I stepped out of our world and crossed over. I fell to my knees, stunned, and wept. I had been stunned by the colors alone, and the combined observations of all five of my senses had simply emotionally drained me for a few moments, until I was able to recover and stand. You can actually smell magic there, and feel it in the wind as it whips through your hair. It’s as if the entire plane is an enormous ley-line.
This last adventure was my third physical trip to The Feywild. The first, was on the night I entered Her Majesty’s service. The second trip, was on an errand for her, a task that earned me the company of Glitterwing. This last time was again at the behest of Queen Anan, this time with my companions, The Eldritch Blades. I don’t think they were as impressed as I.
No matter. Perhaps my sensitivity to the energies of this place connects me to it in a way that the others cannot feel. Maybe they just can’t put it into words. I’ll have to speak to Linden and Savain to see if his Elven blood felt any connection beyond what they’ve already expressed. I think Morwin, Josh and Alex are all more comfortable with the walls of Cauldron. The three of them seemed uncomfortable with the chaotic nature of the place, preferring the structure and stability of hearth and home.
Not I. If fact, I had something of an epiphany while out in The Feywild. I’ve been growing increasingly bored with life in Cauldron. We have a house. And are… Celebrated. We’re safe and happy and important. And I would give it all to see someplace new and have to fight for my life.
I must be damaged in some way, but I’ve not felt alive as I did in The Feywild for some time. Everything was unknown and we weren’t sure if the shrubs were carnivorous, or if the forests around us would come alive and try to kill us, or if we could breathe the air or if time passed as we knew it, or if we’d even survive the journey. I loved every moment we were there.
I am an adventurer. Home and hearth have done nothing but harm to me. They make me fat and bored at best or at worst, subject me to horrors I still experience when I close my eyes to dream.
(That’s another thing… While I was in The Feywild, I did not have nightmares. Is Anan’s protection stronger when I am closer to her? I’ll have to investigate.)
I can’t sit behind walls and study. I must venture forth and experience and through that, conquer. I need to keep moving, keep fighting, keep EXPLORING and keep living. It is what I am. I wonder if The Feywild can ever get boring? If I am to, “settle down”, one day… Perhaps it will be there. It would likely mean extending my service to Her Majesty indefinitely, but for a night without terrors, and to live out my days surrounded by tangible magic? I’ll gladly strike that bargain.
Where to next, I wonder? Perhaps to The Shadowfell to see the other side. I look good in black.
[Gameplay Note: This reflects retraining Arcana for Insight, and builds towards the Feyliege Epic Destiny]