Raven’s Breath

The Southern Coast – Raven's Breath

Mischief Unleashed

When goblins are around, nothing is safe—not your gold, not your dignity, and certainly not your peace of mind. Cunning, chaotic, and always up to something, these tricksters thrive on mayhem.

Hearth of the Hollowed Deep

Rivers of emberlight trace the cavern’s heart, where echoes of the past linger in molten whispers and shadowed spires.

A Pact in the Dark

Hooded figures move through the ruins, torches flickering. A deal is struck, a secret kept—some truths are best left buried.

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Heritages
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Zones
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Races

The Southern Coast: Salt, Smoke, and Secrets

Where land meets sea, fortune and folly walk hand in hand. The ports brim with merchants and scoundrels alike, their trades oiled by silver, steel, or something far less tangible. In the alleys and backrooms, whispers hold more power than coin, and a single promise can be worth more than a blade—if one knows the right hands to shake. Beyond the city’s reach, the wilderness looms, untamed and waiting, sheltering those who prefer their dealings far from prying eyes. Here, on the edge of civilization, the tides shift fast, and those who cannot keep their footing are swept away.

Coral Bay 

Aldrin • Piper

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.

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Darkbrough Academy 

Morgana • Ebon

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.

Smuggler’s Cove 

Toby

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.

Smuggler’s Cove Image

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The Prydeland 

Zara

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 sea takes, the city cheats, and the forest lies—only the cunning survive.