Ravenbreath

Soldiers & Guardsmen - Ravenbreath

The Mire Knows Your Name

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

When the North Marches

Ice at their backs, steel at their front—the cold brings war.

Where Gold Changes Hands

Where silver talks, secrets sell, and every deal cuts both ways.

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Domains
36
Characters
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Onlooker
3
Bloodlines
12
Species

Soldiers & Guardsmen

Master-at-Arms Daelen Virell Image

Master-at-Arms Daelen Virell 

He caught the blade on his bracer and pivoted. Steel clashed again, louder this time. "Keep your guard up," he barked. "Unless you’re aiming to die in the first five seconds."
The student stumbled. He stepped in, boot sweeping the leg—clean, fast, brutal. "Lesson one: balance. Without it, you’re just meat."

Serelith Dawnstrike 

She stood in the doorway of the crumbling house, eyes fixed on a child’s toy half-buried in the ash. "We were told it was necessary," she said, almost to herself. Her hand brushed the hilt of her blade. "But they don’t tell you how it sounds when it ends. Or how it smells." Her voice cracked. "That part they leave out."

Serelith Dawnstrike Image

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