Raven’s Breath

The Whispering Wood Forest – Raven's Breath

When the North Marches

Snow swirls, banners rise, and war drums echo. With ice in his veins and steel in his grip, he leads the charge.

Edge of the Known

The cliffs rise high, the chasms plunge deep, and between them lies a place forsaken by all but the wind

When the Veil Shatters

Arcane forces collide as reality bends. The sky fractures, summoning beasts and ruin. The question is—who called them, and why?

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Fable
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Souls
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Chronicles
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Species

The Whispering Wood: Secrets, Shadows, and the Unseen

A place where the wilds do not yield and the unknown lingers in every rustling leaf. Ancient ruins sleep beneath twisted roots, and unseen eyes watch from the depths of the trees. Magic hums in the air—old, restless, and waiting. Wanderers come seeking fortune, knowledge, or power, but the forest does not give freely. Here, debts are paid in secrets, and the trees remember those who take more than they offer.

The Forest 

Caelith • Elowyn

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 Forest Image

The Sunlit Glade Image

The Sunlit Glade 

Merrin

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 Shadowed Thicket 

Thayla

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 Shadowed Thicket Image

Tanglefoot Marsh Image

Tanglefoot Marsh 

Morglitha • Thaylor

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.

A whisper, a warning, a secret never told—some paths were never meant to be found.