Ravenbreath

Where Roads End and Wilds Begin: The Wild and the Walled

Just beyond the city’s reach, the world forgets the weight of walls. The air turns crisp, the trees thicken, and the paths lose their names. Travelers who stray too far find themselves among towering woods where old things linger, their voices carried in rustling leaves. The land here is patient, watchful, and quick to remind intruders they were never invited.
Coves nestle along the craggy shore, hidden from charts and guarded by silence. Here, trade shifts hands without record, and alliances are forged with nods rather than names. The further one goes from the smoke and stone, the more the world begins to speak in older tongues—and the less it forgives the unprepared.