Brackenwake
A closer look
At the threshold
The ribs lift into vaults high enough to give the wind an instrument. Nothing here was built as a place of worship, yet the space has that scale. At midnight, the riders’ gathered rows make the resemblance harder to dismiss.
Concept notes for the illustrated atlas. The setting and its details may change as the world develops.
People and discoveries
The dead riders gather here at midnight and stand in rows; the Bone Wind starts here
A planned rule of this place
Each rib sounds a note in the wind; sound the nine in the order the riders died and the Counting Wraith stops counting and answers a question.
Keep wandering
