Raven’s Breath

The Forgotten Reach – Raven's Breath

The Hands That Build

From stone to steel, field to forge—without them, castles would crumble, cities would starve, and kings would rule over dust.

Wild Magic & Unwritten Rules

Power obeys no master, but those who wield it must pay the price. When the arcane clashes with instinct, will you embrace the unknown—or become its next victim?

Every action has its cost

The choices made today weave into something greater—a pattern unseen, yet inescapable. A single decision can shift the course of history, for better or worse

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Species
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Villages
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Story Arcs
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Perspectives

The Eastern Reach: Silence, Shadow, and the Unknown.

This is a land left behind. The towering cliffs stand like broken teeth, their edges worn sharp by the relentless wind, while deep below, the earth swallows itself in a labyrinth of forgotten caverns. The sun is a stranger here, its light fading long before it can reach the depths. Few venture into this place, and even fewer return with answers. What remains in the darkness is known only to the stone—and to those who still listen.

Talonreach Mountains 

Zephyrn • Killynx

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.

Talonreach Mountains Image

The Black Citadel Image

The Black Citadel 

Maltsar • Drucilla

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 Perch 

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 Perch Image

Some lands are lost to time. Some are lost for a reason.