Ravenbreath

Fields of Gold and Grit - Ravenbreath

Measured Power

Power whispers, daggers wait, and loyalty lasts only until the wine runs dry.

Blood Oaths & Broken Pacts

Alliances are forged in fire, but promises are easily shattered. When loyalties waver, will you stand by—or claim vengeance?

Darkness Takes Root

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

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Taverns
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Fields of Gold and Grit: Hard Days Beneath Open Sky

The fields stretch wide, golden under the fading sun, but beauty offers no comfort to those who work them. Each dawn begins with calloused hands and aching backs, every furrow carved with sweat and silence. Crops rise and fall with the whims of nature, and the people endure—not because life is kind, but because it doesn’t wait.
Beneath the surface of this simple life lies something older, heavier. The land remembers every drop of blood spilled into its soil, every promise made beneath its skies. Strange things stir when the harvest wanes. And sometimes, when the wind is right, the fields whisper back.

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The Fertile Fields 

Seraphina ● Sebastian

"The land provides, if you respect it." The old farmer wipes his brow, eyes scanning the endless rows of grain. "Take only what you earn, and it'll take care of you." A wagon creaks in the distance, the scent of fresh bread and sun-warmed earth heavy in the air. Simple, steady, honest—this is life in the fields. But as the sun sinks low, shadows stretch across the dirt road, and not all who travel it come for the harvest.

The earth gives—but it never forgets.