Ravenbreath

The Song That Isn’t Yours - Ravenbreath

Flicker in the Dark

Light and laughter aren’t just for the innocent they’re weapons against the abyss but when the darkness fights back, will courage be enough?

Caught Between Convictions

A ruler, a choice, and a war that cannot be ignored.

Bustling Crossroads of Trade and Coin

A thriving crossroads where coin rules, fortunes shift, and trade never sleeps.

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Heritages
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Journeys
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Species
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Perspectives
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Commoner

The Song That Isn’t Yours: Every Note a Lie

They arrive where the music is needed most—and wanted least. Pirate taverns, noble courts, secret parlors lit by candlelight and secrets. Their songs don’t beg for attention—they demand it. And once the lute begins to glow, no one looks away.

No one remembers quite what was said afterward either.

There’s talk of an enchanted instrument, one strung with something more than catgut and charm. Some say it carries a tune that binds. Others say it takes. But none speak of it twice. What lingers after a performance is not melody—it’s loss, the kind you don’t notice until something you loved feels missing.

They don’t stay long. Just long enough to be noticed. And just long enough to leave you wondering what else they carried away besides coin and applause.

Because somewhere between verses and vanished memories, a pattern forms. They’re not gathering fans. They’re gathering something else.

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Aldrin Dawnsinger 

A soft hum floated through the dark as candlelight flickered. Fingers traced a string, and someone dropped their cup. "Oops," they whispered, laughter dancing beneath the melody. "Clumsy hands. Looser tongues." Another note. Another heartbeat skipped. "I didn’t ask for your secrets," they purred, voice silk-smooth. "But thank you for offering."

The Lute of Hollow Echoes 

Aldrin

Fingers danced across the gilded strings, coaxing light with each note. A man in the corner froze mid-laugh, the sound caught in his throat. "That song…" he murmured, brow furrowing. "I know that—" The next chord stole the thought. The bard smiled faintly, not missing a beat. "You did," they whispered, almost tender. "But it’s mine now."

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You won’t remember the song—but they’ll remember everything you forgot.