Faction Origins
A Gathering Most Honored: The London Pride Lionshe London Pride Lions were born not of old myth or ancient land, but of defiance, laughter, and glitter on a rainy afternoon. It was the year of the rain and the fields of the Friars’ Gate were thick with mud and murmurs. A fierce storm had scattered tents and soaked the bonfires, and most folk retreated to their wagons and flasks, waiting for clearer skies. But from the North Royal Tower gate came a group of travelers like no others—... |
Feathers, Festivity and Friends- the Cockspur Clannce upon a time, long before the fair banners flew and the minstrels sang, when the land that now hosts the Festival at the Friars’ Gate was but a wild convergence of forest and fen, there lived a proud and peculiar folk atop the rocky rise known as Cockspur Hill.
These folk were not noble by... |
The Pack Survives: The Whitby Wolvesong before the Festival at the Friars’ Gate echoed with fiddles and firelight, before the Cockspur Clan danced and the Serpentine Society whispered, there were the Wolves—silent, watchful, and sharp as the winter sea.
Their story begins on the salt-bitten cliffs of Whitby, where the wind howls like a hunting horn and the gulls scream like ghosts. There, in the cold and the mist, a family once made its home—not a family of... |
The Tale of the Harleston Ratsow the Helpful Rats of Ravenmoore came to be... or a tail of help and hindrance. Once, in a thriving riverside village, lived a peculiar and clever clan—not of nobles nor knights, but of rats. Not actual rats, mind you. These were the Harleston Rats: children! Smart, unruly marvels of mischief. Rodents of Unusual Size, even. They lived in the little town of... |
The Uncoiling of the Serpentine Societys preserved in the whisper-scrolls of the Inner Coil Long ago, before the Abbey at the Friars’ Gate kept its silent watch, before the roads converged to form the bones of a town, there was a river— deep, dark, and winding. It curled through the land like a serpent, slow and silent, threading secrets through root and stone. They called it the Gales River. Along its banks lived those who listened:... |
