Thornwatch
Thornwatch clings to civilization’s edge, ringed by brooding pines and shadowed by the hills where the Wyrmrun rushes northward. Timber walls keep out the wolves—and what stories claim is worse. Lanterns burn bright as dusk falls early beneath the high branches; villagers gather nightly in the square to share warnings and gossip. The villagers are proud, practical, and bound tightly by their shared isolation.
Thornwatch
Where mist-veiled pines whisper the secrets of Raven’s Wood.
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