Ravenbreath

House Soldori - Ravenbreath

The Wild and the Walled

Beyond the city’s stone and smoke, the land grows untamed—forests thick with whispers, coves where shadows trade in silence.

Hollow and Forgotten

Time has stripped this land bare, leaving only empty caves and echoes where life once clung.

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.

13
Zones
2
Sigils
32
Tales
15
Settlements
1
Onlooker

House Soldori: The House That Bought Its Name

The Soldori name carries weight in Three Rivers—but it's a weight built on lies. A false patriarch rules from a velvet throne, his adopted daughters raised as tools, not heirs. One sharp, one sweet, both bound to him by something darker than blood. As whispers rise and truths rot beneath polished floors, the question remains: is this still a family—or just a cage with matching names?

Lord Augustus Soldori Image

Lord Augustus Soldori 

Luna

He dabbed the corner of his mouth with a lace napkin, the roast untouched before him. "They say I overindulge," he mused, eyes never leaving the trembling figure across the table. "But I find that appetite is just another form of ambition." His voice dropped. "And I do so love ambition in others. It makes them… pliable." His smile didn't reach his eyes. "Do you eat, or do you beg?"

Luna Soldori 

Augustus ● Aurora

The alley was silent until her boot hit the wall beside the mark’s head. "Oops," she said flatly, twisting the ring from trembling fingers. "Wrong turn?" Her smile never touched her eyes. A shadow moved behind her. "Don’t worry. I’m sure my sister can help you find your way." She leaned in close, whispering low. "Or I could just help myself. Easier for everyone."

Luna Soldori Image
Aurora Soldori Image

Aurora Soldori 

Luna

The merchant’s hand trembled as he passed the brooch across the counter. "No charge," he muttered. She blinked, confused. "But I haven’t even—" He smiled, dazed. "You… just take it." She turned, bemused, as a shadow darted past behind her. "That was too easy," came the whisper. She laughed softly, brushing her hair back. "I was only being nice."

Not all legacies are inherited—some are purchased, branded, and bound in silence.