Frostmaw - Ravenbreath

Those Left Behind

The fires may have burned out, but the scars linger—an aftermath that whispers of something worse, still smoldering in the smoke.

Wild Magic & Unwritten Rules

Power obeys no master, but those who wield it must pay the price. Will you embrace the unknown—or become its next victim?

Knowledge has a Cost

Within these ancient halls, ambition thrives, secrets fester, and the pursuit of power comes with consequences.

36
Characters

1
Commoner

32
Chronicles

13
Territories

15
Outposts

Frostmaw: Strength Carved in Ice and Silence

Towering, resilient, and forged by the cold, their thick fur shields them from the relentless frost, while powerful frames endure the hardships of a land where survival is never guaranteed. They do not fear the cold—it is as much a part of them as the ice beneath their feet. Their villages, carved from glacier and stone, stand as bastions against the elements, homes of a people bound by tradition, honor, and the unspoken understanding that weakness has no place in the frozen north. To outsiders, they may seem distant, reserved, but beneath the icy exterior burns a quiet fire—fierce loyalty, unshakable resolve, and the will to endure when all else falls to the frost.

The Frigid North

Frostwrought Colossus

The wind screamed over the ridge as she crouched low, frost crusting her lashes. Beneath her boots, the ice groaned—a long, low moan like something breathing beneath the surface. She whispered, "We shouldn’t be here." Snow shifted. A shadow moved where there was no light. Behind her, the silence cracked. And something exhaled.

Frostmaw Village

Islynn ● Thrynn

The tunnel curved beneath the snow, ice glowing faintly with embedded runes. A gust echoed down the passage, then stilled. She passed under the arch of carved bone, a glow blooming in the hearth ahead. Somewhere above, the storm shrieked—but here, all was still.

Islynn Winterclaw

Thrynn

She stepped into the perimeter ring, eyes narrowing. The ward had been disturbed—scratched. A spiral mark, carved deep with a nail. She ran her thumb over it, and the air grew cold. "They’ve been here," she whispered.
And then louder: "You don’t belong in this place. And I don’t freeze easy."

Thrynn Winterclaw

Islynn

He pressed his palm to the ice. The rune beneath flared—then dimmed. "That’s not supposed to happen."
Behind him, a gust kicked up snow, shrieking like a living thing. He drew his axe in silence. "Show yourself, or don’t. Makes no difference to me."

Frostmaw: Strength Carved in Ice and Silence

Islynn ● Thrynn

Built from ice, tempered by cold, unyielding as the mountains.