Lunae

This crescent-shaped land, born of some forgotten cataclysm, lies nestled just south, between the ancient, breathing continent of Laeto and the tumultuous, splintered realms of Septentri. It is a place of stark contrasts, where the land itself feels alive with a primal magic in a world where the Weave seems to falter; a bridge between two worlds, yet fiercely independent in its own stark beauty.
To journey to Lunae is to sail into a realm of breathtaking desolation and unexpected life:
The Northern Reach rises from the waves, a land of curious, stark plateaus. Here, the Ponsor Forest clings to the northeastern slopes, its name a warning, its gnarled trees whispering of ancient, perhaps dangerous, secrets. This is an untamed region, where the wild dominates and hidden paths might lead to forgotten wisdoms or perilous traps. It is a frontier, both in its geography and its spirit.
Further south, the land twists into the dramatic spine of the Rombalt Mountains. These formidable peaks, perpetually capped with snow and ice, hide the heart of Lunae. Their slopes are draped in resilient, hardy forests, hinting at a life that endures against the bitter cold. Within these crags and valleys lie deep-seated mysteries, the abodes of reclusive folk, and the scattered remains of an old power that once held sway over these isolated lands.
To the west, Lunae tapers into a region of frozen plains and sparse, wind-battered trees. It is a realm of ice and silent stretches, where the air itself seems to hum with an otherworldly stillness. Life here is defiance, a testament to endurance in a landscape that seems to stretch into endless, frozen horizons.