Fey Folk – Raven's Breath

The Frostborn Warlord

Carved from ice and war, his presence alone chills the battlefield. Behind him, warriors march—the storm has only begun.

Darkness Takes Root

Twisted trees and unseen eyes make this cursed part of the Whispering Woods a place few escape unchanged.

The Cost of Victory

The battle is won, but at what price? Mud, blood, and broken steel litter the field—where the living envy the dead.

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The Fey Folk: Whim, Wonder, and Wrath

Elusive, enchanting, and often dangerous, the Fey Folk are beings of raw magic, unbound by mortal laws or logic. They weave illusions as easily as they breathe, their laughter as likely to bring delight as it is despair. Some are radiant and mischievous, flitting through moonlit glades, while others lurk in the shadows, whispering secrets that can change a life—or end it. To deal with the Fey is to walk a path of wonder and peril, for their gifts come with hidden costs, and their tempers shift like the wind. They are neither good nor evil, only Fey, and that alone makes them something to be feared.

Elves

Aldrin Dawnsinger • Lucian Silver • Lyra Silver

The elf steps forward, their movements fluid as a whispering breeze through ancient trees. Eyes like polished emeralds study you with a mix of curiosity and quiet wisdom. "You walk the path of fleeting lives," they say, their voice a melody woven with age. "Tell me, mortal—do you seek knowledge, or merely the illusion of it?" A faint smirk plays at their lips, unreadable as the stars above.

Pixies

Piper Dewdrop • Pippa Dewdrop

She pokes at your cheek. "You’ve got a positively peculiar profile, you know that? Like a… a… puffy plum, perhaps!" she pauses, blinking, then bursts into laughter. "Oh, pish posh, who even cares? Let’s pick a path to pandemonium, my plucky pall!" she giggles with her wings fluttering as she starts to wobble in the air.

Orcs

Warchief Rokzul • Mistress Brukna

His gaze lifts as you approach, eyes sharp with scrutiny. He does not speak at first, letting the silence weigh heavy. "Noble sends messenger," he finally rumbles, his voice a low growl that vibrates through the ground beneath your feet. "They think to command orcs?"

Goblins

Toby Talc • Tinka Talc

The goblin pauses suddenly, tilting her head to the side as her ears perk up. "What did you say your name was again?" She twirls in place, momentarily distracted by her own buzzing energy, before stopping to squint at you. "Oh… oh!" Her mouth opens in surprise as she gasps. "You didn’t say your name, did you?"

And more fey…

Morglitha • Old Merrin • Zorbash • Kharnos

The air hangs thick with something unseen, a quiet tension woven into the very earth. A whisper rides the wind-low, deliberate, laced with an eerie certainty. "Not yet - but soon. And when it comes, there will be no mistaking it." A distant tremor rolls beneath your feet, subtle at first - then stronger, as if the land itself is holding its breath.

Raven’s Breath