Ravenbreath

The Lowlands - Ravenbreath

The Mire Knows Your Name

A swamp where silence speaks, the trees listen, and the water waits.

Darkness Takes Root

Twisted trees and unseen eyes make this cursed part of the Whispering Woods a place few escape unchanged.

Flicker in the Dark

Light and laughter aren’t just for the innocent they’re weapons against the abyss but when the darkness fights back, will courage be enough?

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Settlements
36
Souls
12
Species
1
Commoner
2
Talismans

The Lowlands: Stone, Ash, and Unyielding Blood

Dry winds scour the land, carving the foothills into broken spines of stone. Nothing grows here without a fight. The soil is cracked, the air sharp, and the sun rarely shows its face—only the ash-gray clouds drifting like ghosts above the ridgelines. Travelers cross the Lowlands only when they must. Most don’t make the journey twice.

Yet despite the desolation, life clings here—hard, bitter, and proud. Camps rise from the dust, forged from ruin and defiance. War bands gather in silence, and law is made not by crown or creed, but by strength alone. In this land, power is not inherited. It is taken, held, and defended by blood.

The Warchief’s Judgement Image

The Warchief’s Judgement 

Garett ● Rokzul

The wind carried the stench of scorched earth, but he didn’t flinch. Not when the messenger stumbled, blood soaking through his tunic. Not even when the words came.
"They struck again. No warning. No orders." She exhaled slowly, fingers tightening on the edge of the table. "They’re not just defying orders. They’re sending a message."
He nodded, jaw clenched. "And we either answer it… or lose everything."

Orc 

Rokzul ● Brukna

"Let them call us beasts." The voice rumbles like thunder, quiet and steady. "We do not need their names. We have our own." He lifts the axe, its edge chipped but clean. "And they remember it when it falls."

Orc Image

Where the weak are broken and the wind sings of war.