Arborea

Arborea is the outer plane of chaotic good. It is a realm of passion, freedom, and emotional intensity. Where Mount Celestia rises through discipline and law, Arborea spreads through wilderness and feeling. It is a place of vast beauty and overwhelming presence. Storms rage without warning. Music fills the air without source. Love, grief, joy, and anger all carry weight in this realm. Nothing in Arborea is done halfway.   The plane is dominated by great natural expanses. Endless forests stretch between massive rivers and towering mountain ranges. Trees grow wider than cities. Flowers bloom in colors that do not exist on the Prime Material Plane. The land itself feels alive. Animals speak with their eyes. The wind hums with distant voices. The sky shifts with the emotions of those beneath it. Travelers may find themselves walking through summer, then winter, then twilight, all within the same day.   There are no fixed borders in Arborea. Cities rise and fall like tides. Islands drift. Mountains collapse and rise again. The terrain is shaped by the souls that inhabit it. Inhabitants include eladrin, celestials, ancestral spirits, dryads, and fey beings of great power. The plane is not tame. Its goodness is wild and instinctive. It defends the innocent without restraint. It heals the wounded without hesitation. It celebrates without end.   Arborea is home to powerful forces, including deities who value freedom, art, love, war, or nature. These powers do not rule the plane. They live in harmony with it. Their domains are woven into the fabric of the land rather than imposed upon it. They may take the form of storms, fires, or forests. They speak in dreams and music more than commandments. The plane does not demand faith. It responds to passion.   Magic functions normally in Arborea, though it is often colored by the emotion of the caster. Illusion, enchantment, and divination spells may become more vivid or more unpredictable. Divination is especially difficult, as the plane resists being known without feeling. Logic has little effect here. Intuition leads further than reason. Those who act with sincerity find the plane opening to them. Those who act with calculation may become lost.   The souls who arrive in Arborea after death are those who lived with passion, creativity, and deep emotion. They are not perfect. Many were flawed, impulsive, or reckless. But they felt deeply and acted on those feelings without malice. Here they find a world where thought and feeling exist as one. Some become part of the land. Others become spirits or echoes. All remain in motion. Arborea does not hold souls. It dances with them.   In the cosmology, Arborea stands in contrast to the structure of Mount Celestia and the stillness of Elysium. It is not a plane of peace. It is a plane of expression. It offers no map, but it welcomes all who act from the heart. It cannot be ruled or divided. It is not perfect. But it is honest, wild, and alive.