Smallwood, as it’s called by the less dignified races is the realm of the elves. Smallwood features ancient untouched trees that grow hundreds of feet tall and up to 50 feet wide. Thick underbrush covers the forest floor, while vines connect the canopy for miles. High in that canopy we build our society, hidden among the branches of the great moon maple trees. There we coax the branches and vines into our homes and roadways. The network spans the whole of smallwood. Nearly every tree is home to a family of one of us. Below, among the roots, our less than elegant cousins make hovels under the roots in our trees. Feral elves, outcasts and the most civilized sort of goblin live in tenuous peace. We make sure of that.
We are the High Elves of the Moon and our lands are some of the few that remain untouched by man or orc. We intend it to remain that way.
Smallwood is a landlocked nation, located between Mertensia and Anaea.