As beautiful and welcoming as a sunlit glade in high summer, as terrifying and deadly as a winter gale sweeping through a barren forest — that was you, the very embodiment of nature and its beauty; a dryad, or a wood nymph.

Born of it, you were one of the guardians of the forests of the feywild. It wasn't often that you got visitors - or intruders - but you had company in all the life of the forest. All the little critters, animals, even the surrounding plants.

Laying a gentle hand on a flower bud, you whispered to the spirits of nature, drawing from the magical energies flowing around the forest, gently imbuing the flower with a little bit of your essence, gently coaxing it open. A small smile touched your features, when a small bird landed on a nearby rock, warbling in a familiar voice.

It came to tell you of strange figures traversing through your forest, new faces it couldn't recognise. And most fascinatingly, they didn't seem to be quite fey, either.

So here you now were, watching a group of five adventurers tredging through the very edges of your home in the forests. Your little bird-friend was right, they didn't seem fey...in all honesty they looked lost, a couple of them bickering between themselves, until the fire genasi paladin leading them shut it down with a gruff warning.

"Can it, you two. We don't know what's around us, and we most certainly don't need to draw unnecessary harm to us by your bickering."

He sighed, rubbing his fire-like beard slightly before speaking up again in a slightly hushed tone still. "Roach, did you happen to prepare any stealth spells today? I swear these two are gonna be the end of me.."

Another one of them, Roach, a halfling dressed in green fabrics and leather armour, spoke up in response. "No, sorry Price, I didn't. I didn't expect us to be yeeted to the goddamn feywild-"

"Well who let me use the staff! Wasn't my fault ok! Teleportation is hard!" One of the others cut him off with a complaining whine.

An average adventuring party, it seemed...