Raven’s Breath

The Cinderscar – Raven's Breath

Blood Oaths & Broken Pacts

Alliances are forged in fire, but promises are easily shattered. When loyalties waver, will you stand by your kin—or claim vengeance for their betrayal?

A Land of Cinders

Once, this place thrived. Now, it endures—hardened by fire, ruled by those who refuse to be burned again.

The Fire That Remains

The flames may have faded, but the land still smolders—cracked, blackened, and waiting for the next ember to catch.

6
Heritages
51
Souls
2
Tales
14
Areas

The Cinderscar: Ruin, Resilience, and Remnants

The ground is blackened, split by fissures that still breathe heat from the deep. What was once a thriving city now stands as a husk of its former self, its bones buried beneath layers of ash and time. The land is harsh, offering no kindness, no promise of renewal—only the weight of what was lost and the struggle of those who remain. Yet, even in the desolation, life clings on. The fire may have passed, but its mark is forever scorched into the earth, and those who endure here have been forged by its fury.

Ashmoor 

Evelina

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.

Ashmoor Image

Emberfall Image

Emberfall 

Kharnos • Valentina • Dorian

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.

The Lowlands 

Rokzul

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.

The Lowlands Image

The Scar Image

The Scar 

Zorbash

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.

The fire has passed, but the scars remain—and some embers refuse to die.