Brackenwake
A closer look
At the threshold
The trees stand white against grey, a grove grown from ground where dragon blood once soaked in. Their branches offer the outline of ordinary woodland without its colours. The orchard carries a living shape through a landscape otherwise given to remains.
Concept notes for the illustrated atlas. The setting and its details may change as the world develops.
People and discoveries
Ironbark logs, wraiths that live in the trees, forage no alchemist has named
A planned rule of this place
Fell a bone tree and the wraith in it is loosed; leave the axe and take the fruit and it lets you.
Keep wandering
