Nestled along the eastern coast of Eldervast, the Ardent Woods is a vast, enchanted forest bathed in perpetual autumn. Towering trees with gold and copper leaves form a radiant canopy that glows with soft, otherworldly light.
A cursed monk tending crumbling graves with blood on his breath and scripture on his tongue, caught between redemption and hunger.
A cursed seer who dreams beneath the full moon and wakes with prophecy etched in blood and claw.
A haunted hunter who carved the wolf from his own flesh—now he hunts the pack that made him, silver always drawn, never clean.
A reclusive lycanthrope who guards the last sacred grove in a dying forest—though each full moon, he loses a little more of himself to the beast within.
An immortal aristocrat who curates bloodlines as others do fine wine, weaving control through whispers, oaths, and moonlit dances.