The vast and expanding forest is a riot of verdant plant life given unnatural vigor by the transforming Spellplague. Bands of spellscarred satyrs and elves roam the Chondalwood, as do all manner of horrific plant creatures spawned by the nearby Plaguewrought Land. At the heart of the Chondalwood lies a small kingdom of wood elves known as Wildhome. Fiercely xenophobic, the elves do their best to destroy anyone who comes too near their homeland.
Akanûl doesn’t claim the Chondalwood, though it does regularly send foresters into the lush land. The tropical forest is a confusion of ravines and floating junglemotes, some sailing free, others webbed to lower regions by thick vines and vegetation. The Chondalwood’s vigor is impressive—it grew in the Spellplague’s wake instead of being diminished or erased. Its colonizing junglemotes spread like airborne seeds in all directions. Spellscarred satyrs and other fey roam the jungle. The satyrs tell stories of halflings and centaurs that once also inhabited the Chondalwood. Above all else, plant creatures of every variety thrive, including fungus hulks, mushroom entities, and stranger beings in the deep wood. A once-sizable group of elves yet calls the Chondalwood home. Their nation has declined to a single extended territory called Wildhome. The elves declare blood feud on any outsider whose explorations threaten to reach the jungle’s heart.