Grendellar

Grendellar lies in the far northern reaches of the continent of Maji, a land sculpted by ancient glaciers and timeless magic. Its geography is defined by vast, dense forests that stretch endlessly across the landscape, broken only by the jagged peaks of the Silverpine Mountains that carve a stark horizon against the sky. These ancient woods are home to trees so massive that their trunks seem like the pillars of forgotten temples, their canopies weaving together to form a vaulted green ceiling. The forest floor is rich with moss, wildflowers, and crystalline streams fed by the melting snows of the mountains.

The Silverpine Mountains dominate the heart of Grendellar, their peaks crowned in perpetual snow and ice. Glacial rivers snake down their slopes, providing fresh water to the forested lowlands and carving deep, mist-shrouded valleys that serve as natural defenses. Hidden among these peaks are shimmering alpine lakes, so still and pure that they reflect the stars even during the day, said to be touched by ancient elven magic.

Grendellar’s coastline to the northwest is jagged and treacherous, where towering cliffs meet a cold, restless sea. Fjords cut into the land like the marks of a great claw, offering sheltered harbors in an otherwise inhospitable shoreline. The air here carries the tang of salt and the roar of crashing waves, contrasting the serene stillness of the inland forests.

Natural beauty permeates every corner of Grendellar — from the sun-dappled groves where ancient spirits are said to whisper through the leaves, to the high mountain passes where the world feels suspended between sky and earth. It is a land at once breathtakingly beautiful and dauntingly wild, a fitting cradle for a civilization as proud and ancient as the elves who call it home.