Ravenbreath

Embers Rise Where Homes Once Stood: Ash and Embers

Ash drifts through the air like snowfall, coating empty roads and blackened fields. The villages are gone—reduced to glowing ruins and the hollow silence of what used to be. Walls that once echoed with laughter now crumble beneath the weight of flame and memory. Whatever sparked the fire, it moves without mercy, leaving behind only questions and graves.
Those who remain are scattered and raw, their choices few and grim. Some flee into the wilderness, hoping the trees will offer shelter. Others dig in, weapons clutched tight, ready to die where they stood. But there are some who do neither—who follow the fire, not away from it, eyes fixed on something more than survival.