Keenreach

Notable Locations

Farsight Escarpments

Knife-straight cliffs and sky balconies where the horizon seems closer than the ground. At dusk the constellations align with carved sight-slits, teaching the angles of wind and distance without a word.  

Whisperwood

Tall, pale-barked trees whose leaves mute footfalls but carry soft speech for miles. Scouts practice “low tongue” calls that the forest amplifies for friends and swallows from foes.  

The Green Corridor

A living borderland of thorn and vine that opens for those who travel with clean intent and closes behind marauders. Its gaps shift nightly to foil pattern-trackers.  

The Venery

Rotations of terrains, salt flats, alpine scree, fen, scrub, and snow-shadow, reordered by moon phase. Crews drill here for campaigns across mixed ground, learning when to move, when to vanish, and when to let the land do the work.  

Arrow-Meadow

A vast grass sea with standing stones shaped like fletchings. Ribbons of prairie fire run in pre-charted sweeps; wardens time backburns to break encirclements without scorched earth.  

The Silent Camps

Range-lairs sunk into root and stone. Oath-fires radiate warmth and light within but show neither smoke nor glow beyond the ring. Here veterans teach restraint by example.  

The Quiver

Galleries of living bow-yews and string-reeds tuned by wind. Bowyers harvest only the fall-bends; every stave bears a faint grain-song of the grove it came from.  

The Unseen Range

A canyon network whose shadows move against the sun, perfect for practicing pursuit and break-contact. If your quarry yields and speaks mercy, the ravine brightens and a safe path opens.  

Travel and Portals

Star-Steps of Sehaine

On high-moon nights, consonants of your true name light among the constellations; trace them aloud to cross a day’s march to a place that suits your purpose.  

The Green Tunnels to Arvandor

Walk three dawns without scarring bark or soil, and a treelace opens toward Arvandor’s canopies.  

The Range-Bridge

When joint exercises are called, a chessboard mirage shimmers across Arrow-Meadow; march in cadence and it bears you to the Dragonchess Court terraces.  

Limbo Drift

Westmost prairies fray into Limbo; practiced adventurers can surf thunderlines along stormfronts to neighboring wild realms.  

Inhabitants

The petitioners of the Keenreach are reborn as rangers, scouts, tacticians, bowyers, and wild-keepers, their breaths steady and their eyes sharp. They devote themselves to mapping the land, mentoring newcomers, and keeping the kill-tallies honest. Azatas such as bralani and lillends stride through the realm as spirits of sudden courage and clear song, guiding war-games that end not in grudges but in lessons learned. Agathions with the hearts of wolves, stags, and raptors serve as guardians of guest-right and as escorts for travelers who choose peace. Good-hearted Fey dwell here too, quick and quiet tricksters who prize clean hunts and graceful exits. Alongside them train the cadres of the Triad: Solonor’s stratagem weavers drilling with Lendys’ justiciars and even Bane’s discipline cadres under oath, testing plans against the shifting challenges of living terrain.

Arrow-Winds

Narrow gusts run like drawn bowstrings, carrying whispers and bending careless shots. Work with them and the land itself seems to aid your aim; fight them and your arrows falter.  

Echo-Snares

In certain hollows, harsh orders ring back too loudly to remain hidden, while patient, measured signals carry perfectly. The realm itself favors commands delivered with care.  

Mercy’s Quarry

When an intelligent foe yields and asks for quarter, the ground softens and bloodshed weighs heavily. Should mercy be denied, trails lengthen, water turns sour, and night sounds carry judgment until amends are made.  

Ghost-Browse

Pale herds appear when overhunting threatens the balance of the food web. These spirits cannot be harmed and instead guide repentant hunters toward restoration.  

Overdraw

To push too far, whether on the bowstring, the body, or the stratagem, brings a tremor to the hand. Rest or teaching another the hard lesson is the only cure.  

Huntsense

Divinations that seek spoor, terrain, or lines of approach sharpen within the Keenreach, while magics that cloak cruelty as necessity tend to unravel.  

Way-Quiet

Casting spells while stalking, signaling, or mapping steadies the mind, and non-harmful workings appear to onlookers as part of the exercise rather than a threat.  

Stride & Shadow

Travel magics that lengthen step, mask passage, or shape terrain stretch a little farther when the journey honors rather than scars the land.  

Quarry of Conscience

Spells intended to hinder or mark a foe falter if used to punish surrender; the realm insists on capture, parole, or fair terms instead.  

Oath-Fletching

Magics woven into Fletch-Oaths, whether protections, sanctuaries, messages, or tactical blessings, linger longer near their carved vanes or knotted grips.

Legends claim that the tree within the plane, was the that bore the fruit from which the Sehanine came to be.