Ravenbreath

Futaroot - Ravenbreath

Knives, Tides, and Broken Oaths

A haven for rogues and outlaws, where gold flows, secrets trade, and the law is just another bargain.

When the Storm Calls

He does not plead with the storm—he commands it. Thunder answers, lightning bends, and the sky itself trembles beneath his will.

Ash and Embers

Ash buries the past, but not everyone flees the flame—some seek what burns beneath.

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Species
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Artifacts
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People

✓ Blossoms in blurred spaces
✓ Answers unspoken questions
✓ Flesh is only the beginning

Futaroot

It does not grow in soil, but in choices. Under moonlight, in swampwater, on the edge of transformation. Found only when one is lost—or longing—Futaroot is not harvested. It is offered. Twisting with soft, luminous veins and a scent like rain on bare skin, it thrums in your hand like it knows what you hide.

Legends say it was born of twin spirits who refused to split. One body, two selves, neither surrendering. When the gods demanded a form, they bloomed instead. Now, the root appears where boundaries thin—between river and sea, dusk and night, want and need.

To eat it is to shift. Not into something else, but into something more. It doesn’t ask who you are. It asks what you could be—if shame melted, if limits cracked, if desire shaped flesh like clay. The change is immediate. Irreversible? Some say yes. Others… never wanted to go back.

The Fertile Fields ● Sebastian

It blooms for those between