Ravenbreath

Wolfkin - Ravenbreath

Echoes of the Unknown

Ancient forces lie waiting, untouched by time and blind to mortal greed.

Ash and Embers

Ash buries the past, but not everyone flees the flame—some seek what burns beneath.

Twisted Depths of Endless Gloom

A cursed woodland where shadows move, whispers linger, and the path is never certain.

5
Alehouses

15
Cities

2
Artifacts

32
Stories

1
Bystander

Wolfkin

Bound by blood and instinct, Wolfkin live and die by the strength of their pack. Their lives are shaped by terrain as wild as their hearts—tundras, forests, and crag-strewn peaks where only the resilient endure. Every howl is a promise, every scar a lesson. Strength may lead, but it is loyalty that holds them together.

They build with purpose or roam with freedom, but always they remain close to their own. Outsiders must prove themselves through trial, not talk. But to earn a Wolfkin’s trust is to gain more than an ally—it is to be protected, remembered, and defended with tooth and claw, until death and beyond.

Dreadclaw

Steel flashed—he ducked, laughing. "Another swing, another miss," he growled, circling close.
A claw swept low, tearing through armor like parchment. "Who dressed you, little pup? This won’t do at all." He leaned in, breath hot with blood and mirth. "Come now… entertain me."

Wolfkin

Dreadclaw

They fight as one, bleed as one, and fall only when the last howl fades.