Autumne Forest

The gigantic Autumne Forest, full of huge ancient trees, is one of the world's most secret places. In addition to the many cities and temples of the Wood Elves, it is constantly haunted by intruders who, attracted by its aura, build their settlements, fortresses and temples in its darkest parts. They dedicate them to their gods and old, forgotten beliefs that have been returning to favour in recent times. The Wood Elves are constantly trying to eliminate intruders from Autumne, but it is practically impossible, because on the site of the destroyed Greenskins' village or the Darklings' stronghold, new ones, even better guarded and hidden by spells, are being built.

There are also many creatures lurking underground, ready to tear to shreds anyone who enters their tunnels or caves. Their ugly inhabitants wait in dark nooks and crannies for daredevils tempted by tales of hidden treasures that few have a chance to even see. Mostly they become the food of Hobgoblins or victims of bloody rites and practices.

The northern area of ​​Autumne is one of the darkest and densest areas of the forest, full of steep gorges and ravines. Many describe the area as a nightmare, full of old, twisted trees, thorny shrubs, strange vines, and colourful fungi and molds that breathe poisonous spores into the air. Huge, sharp-fanged plants capable of devouring an entire horse are not unusual here, while giant insects and larvae are just lurking to suck the life out of careless travellers. This caricatured fragment of the forest is the only place where many seekers of the rarest potions and poisons can be found.

In the huge graveyard of an ancient race, full of damaged tombstones and barrows, for several centuries there has been a secret marketplace where crowds of various races trade goods that in many regions of the world are considered forgotten or imaginary. However, to reach this place, you need to know hidden passages or portals, because trying to get here in the traditional way is certain death.

Outer City

However, there are areas of Autumne over which the Wood Elves have full sway, and no intruder, no matter what their power or ability, will go unnoticed. Giant, ornamented trees are a clear sign that the area behind them is the domain of the Wood Elves and that anyone who invades the area with weapon will be killed immediately. It is hard not to notice the eloquent signs that inform the visitor about the rules of the Elfarion forest, so anyone who bows down to Ern and lays weapons at the border trees has the right to enter the Outer City.

There are many tree taverns, inns, marketplaces and other places where every peaceful newcomer will find shelter and a place to stay. Giant trees are connected by many decks and cleverly made platforms, thanks to which you can wander between them for hours without stepping on the ground. There are also many squares where newcomers can trade, set up camps, and pilgrims can celebrate their masses. Prayer to Ern, who takes care of this area of Autumne, is also in a good tone, which is why there are many ornate chapels and enormous trees here, which have been transformed into majestic temples in honour of the God of the Wild.

In the evenings, thousands of lights sparkle in the Outer City, and the buzz and conversation practically never fades away. Many languages ​​and dialects are heard here, and the multitude of races encountered here is second only to the Umbra Turris city.

Inner City

The main capital of the Wood Elves is the Inner City called Alvion. Surrounded by the Outer City, which acts as a shield, it is a place which only Elves and invited guests can enter. It is separated from the Outer City by a dense and dark forest where only the Elves know the secret routes and paths that connect the two cities.

Coming close to Alvion, the forest becomes more and more illuminated, full of beautiful plants and animals that can be found only here. The Inner City is a magical place that appears to be woven from sleep, illuminated by golden rays of light during the day and drowning in the blue glow of torches at night. Trees so perfect in shape that they look like majestic columns, between which ornamented balconies connect filigree decks, appear woven of golden spider webs. It is difficult to judge what was created thanks to the work of talented craftsmen and what is the work of magic.

When in the morning the mystical fog floods Alvion, singing prayers to the God of the Wild are heard, and in the evenings, when the last rays of the sun are lost in the thicket of trees, lutes and merry songs resound to celebrate Pneume - the energy of the world, a part of every living thing.