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figured I'd finally make an announcement about this budding wolf rpg we've been working on! no official open date is set, but we are allowing prospective members to visit the discord as we all wait.

banner art is by Nikkayla!

discord.gg/7dVcK9vSuj

Once upon a time, in a period long, long ago, the land of Hiraeth was nothing but a cosmic particle, floating endlessly against the motion of the Neros sea. The world was quiet, stiffening, and knew nothing of the seasons or what it meant to be night or day. Existence was simple, life was continuous, and the tether that tied mortals to their plane of reality was not yet secured.
And then, came light. And with light, had to come dark. Almost as if the universe had combusted into itself, the first rays of morning sunshine cradled the harsh and weathering sea. And when the universe looked upon those incessant waves and felt the world was too violent, it bestowed upon Hiraeth a single, giant oak tree — one of which that seemed to have roots that spanned miles, curling into the earth and wrapping around the continent it inhabited. Beneath the oak tree, crystals began to form, many of all shapes and sizes and colors. Eventually, twelve crystals began to beat like a dozen pulsating hearts beneath the oak tree’s trunk, swaddled in the roots that had given them life.
It was not long before the land around the oak tree began to grow and expand, mountains rising from the earth and rivers streaming from the cracks. A volcano now sat mighty in the land, steaming and smoking from the tip. It did not lay dormant for long. As if baptizing the world for the first time, the volcano erupted in streams of flashing red and orange, lava flowing like the blood of gods as it rained hellfire upon Hiraeth. On that day, almost eons ago, 6 pairs of eyes opened underneath the oak tree.
Risen from their eternal slumber, the deities awoke from their crystalline tomb.

A bear yawned and the oceans calmed.
A fox smiled behind dark lashes, and the forest fell to shadows.
An owl flapped a set of snowy-white wings, and the winds howled.
A fawn touched a nose to the first bloom of spring, and the volcano became lifeless.
A starfish washed upon shore, and the scorched earth became anew.
A hare blinked, and a decade passed.

Although they were newborns themselves, the gods awoke with archaic knowledge not known to any mortal before. Indeed, they were immortal — they were untouchable, undying, and ever-present.
Finding their new home rather charming, each settled in a different section of the continent, but developed nomadic habits out of their innate curiosity of the mortal realm. Before they left to seek out their own devices, each inscribed a special symbol into the stones placed around their birthplace, those that could bowing their heads to the oak that had brought them out of their sleep. Now that the world had welcomed a new set of gods, the universe handed over its mystery and power in order for the six to keep peace and balance in its absence.

And now they watch.

Hiraeth is a fantastical dreamscape, an ageless land untouched by the human presence and waiting to be sculpted by its inhabitants. The realm of Hiraeth is a large continental island situated deep within the sea of Neros. Despite the location being that of a tropical region, many varying climates and landforms can be found throughout the vast lands. These drastic variants in weather patterns and climate are thought to be caused by the deities, a collection of strange creatures that are believed to reside within.
The only currently known way to enter or exit Hiraeth is by traveling through a strange pass, a land bridge that extends from the depths of The Unknown Wood. Located on the far north-western side of the continent and created by ancient run-off from a massive volcanic explosion decades ago, this connecting passage leads to places unknown. It is rumored that the crossing is blocked off by a small mountain of jagged boulders ...
So what could be on the other side?

Description
figured I'd finally make an announcement about this budding wolf rpg we've been working on! no official open date is set, but we are allowing prospective members to visit the discord as we all wait.

banner art is by Nikkayla!

discord.gg/7dVcK9vSuj

Once upon a time, in a period long, long ago, the land of Hiraeth was nothing but a cosmic particle, floating endlessly against the motion of the Neros sea. The world was quiet, stiffening, and knew nothing of the seasons or what it meant to be night or day. Existence was simple, life was continuous, and the tether that tied mortals to their plane of reality was not yet secured.
And then, came light. And with light, had to come dark. Almost as if the universe had combusted into itself, the first rays of morning sunshine cradled the harsh and weathering sea. And when the universe looked upon those incessant waves and felt the world was too violent, it bestowed upon Hiraeth a single, giant oak tree — one of which that seemed to have roots that spanned miles, curling into the earth and wrapping around the continent it inhabited. Beneath the oak tree, crystals began to form, many of all shapes and sizes and colors. Eventually, twelve crystals began to beat like a dozen pulsating hearts beneath the oak tree’s trunk, swaddled in the roots that had given them life.
It was not long before the land around the oak tree began to grow and expand, mountains rising from the earth and rivers streaming from the cracks. A volcano now sat mighty in the land, steaming and smoking from the tip. It did not lay dormant for long. As if baptizing the world for the first time, the volcano erupted in streams of flashing red and orange, lava flowing like the blood of gods as it rained hellfire upon Hiraeth. On that day, almost eons ago, 6 pairs of eyes opened underneath the oak tree.
Risen from their eternal slumber, the deities awoke from their crystalline tomb.

A bear yawned and the oceans calmed.
A fox smiled behind dark lashes, and the forest fell to shadows.
An owl flapped a set of snowy-white wings, and the winds howled.
A fawn touched a nose to the first bloom of spring, and the volcano became lifeless.
A starfish washed upon shore, and the scorched earth became anew.
A hare blinked, and a decade passed.

Although they were newborns themselves, the gods awoke with archaic knowledge not known to any mortal before. Indeed, they were immortal — they were untouchable, undying, and ever-present.
Finding their new home rather charming, each settled in a different section of the continent, but developed nomadic habits out of their innate curiosity of the mortal realm. Before they left to seek out their own devices, each inscribed a special symbol into the stones placed around their birthplace, those that could bowing their heads to the oak that had brought them out of their sleep. Now that the world had welcomed a new set of gods, the universe handed over its mystery and power in order for the six to keep peace and balance in its absence.

And now they watch.

Hiraeth is a fantastical dreamscape, an ageless land untouched by the human presence and waiting to be sculpted by its inhabitants. The realm of Hiraeth is a large continental island situated deep within the sea of Neros. Despite the location being that of a tropical region, many varying climates and landforms can be found throughout the vast lands. These drastic variants in weather patterns and climate are thought to be caused by the deities, a collection of strange creatures that are believed to reside within.
The only currently known way to enter or exit Hiraeth is by traveling through a strange pass, a land bridge that extends from the depths of The Unknown Wood. Located on the far north-western side of the continent and created by ancient run-off from a massive volcanic explosion decades ago, this connecting passage leads to places unknown. It is rumored that the crossing is blocked off by a small mountain of jagged boulders ...
So what could be on the other side?