The Feywild (sometimes known as the
Plane of Faerie) is a verdant, wild twin of the mortal
realm. Towering forests sprawl for a thousand
leagues. Perfect amber prairies roll between pristine
mountain peaks soaring into the flawless clouds.
Emerald, turquoise, and jade green seas crash along
endless beaches. The skies are a perfect blue not
seen in the mortal world—until storms come, coaldark
thunderheads boiling with fierce winds and
torrential rains. In this world, arcane power thrums
through every tree and rock. All existence is magical.
The Feywild is unique in that it is the only plane
commonly reached by accident. In the wild places of
the world fey crossings—points where the barrier
between the Feywild and the mortal world is thin—lie
sleeping in hidden glades or brood under mistwreathed
hills. More than a few mortals have strayed
into fey crossings on the wrong day of the year or at
the wrong moment of the day only to find themselves
stranded in the world of the fey.