The Sunlit Glade - Ravenbreath

The Fire That Remains

The fire has burned out, but its hunger lingers—etched in the land, in the eyes of those who remain, and in the silence that follows.

City of Commerce and Control

Where gold flows like water, power is measured in secrets, and the line between law and crime is thinner than a blade’s edge.

The Marching Camp of Conquest

A restless army bound by conquest, sharpening its blades for the battles to come.

32
Fables

3
Bloodlines

36
Denizens

12
Species

5
Taprooms

The Sunlit Glade: A Haven of Light and Magic

Deep within the ancient wilds, where the dense gloom of the forest gives way to golden light, lies a place untouched by sorrow. Here, the trees sway with a gentle breeze, their leaves shimmering with an otherworldly glow. Flowers bloom in vibrant clusters, streams babble with laughter, and soft chimes of unseen magic dance through the air. It is a sanctuary, a rare pocket of warmth and joy in a world often shrouded in shadow.

The air hums with life, filled with the playful mischief of tiny, winged creatures and the soft whispers of those who call this place home. It is said the glade welcomes only those with open hearts, those untainted by greed or ill intent. Step too harshly, think too darkly, and the light may fade—taking the way back with it.

The Lantern Keeper “Old” Merrin

He raised the lantern slowly, fireflies swirling behind the glass. "This one… saw snow for the first time," he whispered. "Laughed so hard they forgot to cry." His eyes glistened. "Not my memory, mind. But someone’s." He set it down gently. "Don’t let the light go out. Once it’s gone… it don’t come back."

Pixie

Pippa ● Piper

She spun in midair and let out a delighted squeal as her leafy skirt flipped completely upside-down. "Pardon my petals!" she cackled, doing absolutely nothing to fix it. She perched delicately on your ear. "Peek-a-panties!" She clapped her hands, wings fluttering. "Oops. That one was for free." And just like that, she tumbled backward in a flurry of pink wings and laughter.

The Lantern Keeper’s Lament

Elowyn ● "Old" Merrin

The lantern’s glow trembled as her fingers neared. "They’re just lights," she whispered. "No one will miss one." He didn’t speak, just clutched it tighter. "Old fool," she breathed, leaning closer. "You don’t even remember what you’re guarding, do you?" His voice cracked. "No… but they do."