Verdant Expanse
Wildborn Kin
"Where Roots Remember and Legends Breathe."
Hidden beneath a canopy of ancient trees and bioluminescent flora, the Verdant Expanse is alive with whispers of the old world—where time is measured by the bloom of the moonpetals and the pulse of the land itself. It is here that the Wildborn Kin dwell, a collection of mythical creatures and earthly beasts bound by the magic of creation itself.
From glowing axolotls in silver streams to snow-dusted yetis that sculpt the wind, every Wildborn is a fragment of elemental wonder. Neither fully animal nor entirely spirit, they exist between worlds—nurturers, protectors, and fierce defenders of balance.
When echoes of corruption ripple from Hollowbrook and the Veilbound Reapers begin sensing fractures in the lifelines of the departed, the Wildborn Kin rise. Together with the dragons of Ember Veil and the guardians of Whisperfang, they are called to stand in unity—not just for their realm, but for all realms.
The Wildborn Kin do not seek war. But they will fight if the forest cries, if the waters tremble, and if the roots remember what was stolen.
Brindle Frostpaw: The Heart Beyond Boundaries
In the frozen cradle of the Frostveil Peaks, among towering glaciers and ancient moonlit snows, the Wildborn Kin once thrived—hidden, timeless, untouched.
It was there that Brindle Frostpaw was born: a yeti-like spirit of mischief, hope, and boundless curiosity.
Unlike his solemn kin who revered the ancient pacts of seclusion, Brindle longed to wander beyond the known frost.
And so, one fateful night, under the shimmering ribbons of the northern lights, he followed the aurora across the mountains—and into the tangled heart of a world in turmoil.
In a world where most see the end, Brindle sees only beginnings.
And sometimes... beginnings are the most dangerous magic of all.
Clementine Waveglimmer: The Song Between Worlds
Beneath the starlit waters of Luminara Bay, where the ocean’s surface shivers against the touch of forgotten tides, glides Clementine Waveglimmer—a Wildborn of twilight and tide, born from the meeting of moonlight, salt, and the Veil itself.
With fur that shimmers like the waves under a full moon and eyes that gleam with distant memory, Clementine is not just a creature of the sea—she is its heart, its dream, its silent singer.
In the final hush before the storm, only Clementine’s song might weave the realms together once more...
Or leave them forever adrift.
Lydall Frost: The Keeper of Frozen Echoes
In the crystalline silence of the Frostveil Peaks, where the stars breathe light across endless glaciers, drifts Lydall Frost—one of the eldest and most enigmatic of the Wildborn Kin.
Unlike his untamed brethren, Lydall is no mere creature of the wild. His very breath carries traces of the Loom’s first weave, and his fur shimmers with frost magic so ancient it can freeze moments in time itself. With a single touch, Lydall can awaken the echoes of memory—allowing souls to relive their brightest joys, their deepest regrets, or the fragile tether that once bound them to life.
But such a gift is not without consequence....
Lyra Softwhisker: The Whispered Bridge
In the twilight meadows of the Verdant Expanse, where moonpetals bloom in the hush between day and night, lives Lyra Softwhisker—one of the Wildborn Kin gifted with a rare and delicate magic.
Where others hear only the rustle of leaves and the sighing of rivers, Lyra hears more: the echoes of what was, and the fragile glimpses of what may yet be.
She was not born to shatter or to sever.
She was born to bind, to weave, to heal.
She carries no blade. She commands no fire.
Yet her voice, carried by the unseen currents, may yet sway the course of fate itself.
Mallow Softpaw: The Warmth Beyond the Veil
In the frost-laden heart of the Verdant Expanse’s northernmost reaches, where the aurora stitches colors into the endless night, dwells Mallow Softpaw—the gentlest spirit among the Wildborn Kin.
Unlike the fierce, war-weathered beasts of Hollowbrook’s wilds, Mallow thrives not on strength or survival, but on something rarer: healing warmth. His thick, snowy fur carries a natural enchantment, woven with the earliest breaths of the Loom itself, radiating a quiet comfort that can soothe even the most frayed spirit.
His journey has only just begun.
And with the Second Eclipse rising, the Realms may not be ready for the warmth he carries.
Brimley: The Frostkin Wanderer
In the shivering spires of the Frostveil Peaks, where the very air freezes memory and the stars flicker like distant embers, roams Brimley—the last of the ancient Frostkin.
Long ago, the Frostkin were protectors of the northern thresholds, wildborn titans who preserved the balance where the Loom’s threads met the untouched cold. But when the First Eclipse shattered the seals between Hollowbrook’s cursed dead and the living realms, a darkness seeped upward—corrupting ice, soil, and soul alike.
The Eclipse Ghouls clawed their way into the mountains, bringing decay to the pure snows.
And so it was Brimley, small among giants yet fierce of spirit, who stood against them.
With each thunderous step, he carved sigils of binding into the glaciers—sealing the breaches with magic so ancient even the Dragons of Ember Veil dare not tamper with it.