Towering trees rise like silent sentinels, their roots entwined with glowing strands of otherworldly energy. Shimmering pockets of light pulse gently in the undergrowth, revealing glimpses of distant realms just beyond reach. The very air hums with a strange resonance, and the occasional flicker of movement suggests visitors from far stranger planes.
Here, reality frays at the edges.
Dimensional anomalies swirl like slow-moving whirlpools, bending both sight and sound. Arcane portals shimmer into existence without warning — gateways to realms beyond comprehension. For those who seek the unknowable, the First World lies closer here than anywhere else, its vibrant and chaotic power bleeding through into the mortal plane.
The Bjarnwood offers Dungeon Masters a hauntingly beautiful stage for planar exploration, fey encounters, and reality-warping dangers. What begins as a simple woodland passage may become a gateway to endless wonder… or unspeakable peril.
