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The Knight’s Sword - Ravenbreath

Ancient Wilds of Murmuring Secrets

A primeval forest where time twists, shadows stretch, and whispers linger.

When the Veil Shatters

Lightning splits the heavens, the world bends, and chaos takes form.

Coastal Stronghold of Duty and Steel

A coastal stronghold where discipline is law, and every hand serves the blade.

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Areas
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Towns
3
Bloodlines
2
Anomalies
12
Races

The Knight’s Sword: Where Secrets Sip Beside Steel

There’s a blade hung behind the bar—old, nicked, and still sharp. They say it was pulled from a dead knight’s chest the day the tavern opened. No plaque. No explanation. Just a sword. And a warning.

The Knight’s Sword isn’t for loud celebrations or clumsy brawls. It’s where mercenaries whisper over mulled wine, informants pass notes with their tips, and dangerous flirtations unfold between shadowed tables. The lighting is dim. The drinks are strong. The rumors are stronger.

At The Knight’s Sword, what you say is half the danger. What you don’t say? That’s the rest.

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Aldric Ironheart 

Lydia ● Cedric ● Isolde

His voice cut through the silence. "Do you ever wonder who you’d be without them?" He traced the rim of his glass, not drinking. "If no one was watching. If no one expected a single thing." The question hung there, fragile. He didn’t wait for an answer. "I try not to."

Elian Brandywine 

They lean on the bar, chin resting on a ring-laden hand. "You’ve got the look of someone chasing either a secret or a mistake. Lucky for you, I specialize in both." Their wink is slow, knowing. "And the first drink’s free if you impress me."

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Where flirtation meets danger, and not all blades are sheathed behind the bar.