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👑Overlord Tier: 

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⚔Knight Tier:

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🥾Wanderer Tier: 

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📜Lore (NSFW)

“The Call of the Blackwood”

Lyr had never liked the Yewwood Forest.

The woods lay a few hours beyond the city, and even seasoned hunters avoided them after dark. People said the trees grew too close together there, as if trying to hide something from the world. Animals fell silent after sunset. Campfires died on their own. And those who heard the howls echoing through the trees at night often returned changed — if they returned at all.

Nyxara dismissed the stories as superstition.Kael only ever said, “Something old lives in that forest.”

And somehow, that was exactly what made Lyr unable to stop thinking about it.

It began with a dream.

Once again she saw the pale blue light that had haunted her since her teenage years — the same glow she had seen the night she first stumbled upon something in the forest that belonged neither to the world of men nor elves.

But this time, the light was not alone.

A tall figure stood among the trees, perfectly still, watching her from the darkness. Then she heard a voice. Low. Rough. Unsettlingly calm.

— Come alone.

Lyr woke with a sharp breath. Her heart pounded like it did before a tavern brawl. For a long moment she sat motionless on her bed, listening to the distant sounds of the city outside the walls of the Silver Bark.

Over the next few days, something felt wrong.

Merchants at the tavern lied more often than usual. The paladins of the Order of the Sun Fist questioned travelers about missing woodcutters near the border of Yewwood Forest. And Kael — usually calm and steady — avoided speaking about the woods entirely.

That was when Lyr realized she had to go there.

Alone.

She left the city after midnight. A dark cloak rested over her shoulders, a short blade hanging at her belt. The moon hung high above, nearly full, casting silver light across the damp earth.

The deeper she walked into the forest, the more she felt that familiar tension beneath her skin. The woods seemed alive.

Breathing.

Watching.

Then she heard heavy breathing nearby.

Lyr froze instantly.

The silence around her thickened until she could hear her own pulse.

And then he stepped from the shadows.

Without haste.

He moved on two legs, naturally and confidently, more like a predatory hunter than a beast. His figure was massive and wild, yet disturbingly close to human. Broad shoulders were crossed with worn leather straps and old bone talismans that softly clicked against fur with every step.

His eyes were amber.

He was nothing like Kael.

Kael still belonged to the city. To people. He could laugh over wine, spend hours in taverns, pretend he was part of civilization.

This one was different.

More forest than man.

— You carry the scent of that light, he said in a low voice.

A chill ran down Lyr’s spine.

— “You know me?” she asked carefully.

The creature tilted his head slightly.

— I saw you long ago. Small. Lost among the trees.

And suddenly she understood.

It had been him watching her that night years ago.

His presence was the thing haunting her dreams ever since.

She should have been afraid.

Instead, she felt something far more dangerous.

Curiosity.

He stepped closer.

The scent of wet fur, pine resin, and cold night air surrounded her instantly. There was something primal about him. Untamed. Something she could never find within city walls or among ordinary people.

— “Why did you call for me?” she asked softly.

— Because the forest remembers you.

The words should have sounded absurd.

Instead, they felt true.

Silence settled between them — thick and heavy with tension.

Lyr knew she could still leave. Return to the city. To lantern light, Nyxara’s laughter, and the familiar warmth of the Silver Bark.

But she didn’t move.

She had always been drawn toward dangerous things. Toward emotions stronger than reason. Kael awakened instinct within her. Nyxara awakened courage.

And this night awakened something else entirely.

The desire to cross a boundary she had never dared touch before.

The creature raised a clawed hand and brushed it gently along her cheek. Lyr held her breath.

There was no brutality in the gesture.

Only a hunger for closeness neither of them tried to hide.

When he pulled her against him, she felt the heat of his body despite the cold night air. Her heartbeat thundered painfully in her chest. The kiss was rough, clumsy, untamed — more instinct than seduction.

And that was exactly why she didn’t pull away.

That night, Yewwood Forest became a place older than the city’s laws, older than the Order’s morality, older than whispered tavern gossip.

There was only the forest.

The sound of breathing between the trees.

And Lyr, for the first time in a long while, no longer trying to control her own desires.

At dawn she returned to the city alone.

Leaves tangled in her turquoise hair, forest mist clinging to her cloak, and in her mind she could still hear the low voice from the darkness.

— This was not our last meeting.