Dense thickets of strange twisting trees that grow seemingly at random in many forests all throughout Astea. They go almost as quickly as they come, appearing seemingly overnight, then disappearing a few days later, leaving no trace they had ever been there. These groves are often home to strange flora and fauna that at first glance do not feel as though they belong in this realm. Those that dare to venture into these mysterious groves often do not return, but those that do tell of spending weeks, months, years trapped inside of a strange land full of shifting terrain and living trees when only a short time had passed on the Material Plane.

Others tell of the opposite, saying they were only within this land for a day or so, but when they returned they found that weeks or months had passed while they were away. Within the Sylfwood Groves resides a place where the very grass you walk upon might rise up to eat you, the stones of a mountain might speak to you or the water you drink might offer you conversation, resides with in is a land of unspeakable wonders and perils, a land of the true fairies. In this place their is no sun, but a constant illumination as if a sun resided just beyond the horizon.

Travelers to this strange world say that while here it felt as if everything was incredibly vibrant, smells more intense, sound more precise, lights were brighter, shadows were deeper, colors more vivid, and it felt as though there desires were more intense and difficult to control, rising to the surface of their mind with ease. The environment of this realm seemed to transform in response to their emotions and serve to amplify them. The cheerful's path was full of adventure and whimsy, while the despondent's was full of peril and challenge. The path you bare in this realm is you own to travel, and yours to decide.

A group of religious fanatics who worship Donfragor, an Ancient Frog Dragon who lives secluded in the dense marshes that lie off the Isle of Devlutte. Followers of Donfragor often live their entire lives sequestered within the marshes, capturing anywho wander into its depths as an offering to Donfragor. Through their offerings Donfragor will bestow them with a blessing of the bog, which will gradually transform their body until they resemble a frog-like humanoid, which are easy to confuse for a Bullywug.

A rare wondrous item that resembles a chain snake. These chains cause any non-magical attacks against the user to be caught and redirected away unless their attack roll is lower than your AC. Once these chains have bonded to a host they will not leave their side until they perish or, or until someone casts Remove Curse upon the chains.