Ravenbreath

Oaths Echoed in Wind and Stone: A Gathering Under Moonlight

High in the mountains where the world narrows to rock and sky, a path winds through snow and shadow. The air is thin, the cold biting, but still they climb—silent figures wrapped in fur and purpose. Behind them lies ruin. Before them, uncertainty. But they march with the weight of something greater: a vow made in the dark.
The ritual is old, its words older still. It binds them to one another, to the land, to the journey ahead. There is no turning back. Whatever home they seek will not be found—it must be made. And whatever watches from the cliffs above… it does not blink.