Ravenbreath

Stormbound Will and Unspoken Fury - Ravenbreath

The Mire Knows Your Name

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

The Hands That Build

From stone to steel, field to forge—without them, castles would crumble, cities would starve, and kings would rule over dust.

Sinking Mire of Dread and Decay

A wretched expanse of sinking earth, choking mist, and unseen watchers.

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Journeys
3
Bloodlines
36
Perspectives
1
NPC
15
Cities

Stormbound Will and Unspoken Fury: When the Storm Calls

The wind gathers before he speaks, clouds curling like serpents above his head. The sky does not challenge him—it obeys. Rain bends around his presence, and thunder rolls not in warning, but in acknowledgment. Those who witness it know instinctively: this is not magic borrowed. It is power taken, shaped, and bent to will.
No incantations. No trembling hands. Just silence, and then the storm answers. Whether prophet, warlord, or something far older, his arrival signals change. The air shifts. The world pauses. And the storm waits—for its next command.

The winds bow, the rain yields, and the storm obeys.