Brief
In the petrified forest stands Tangle-Root, a city of savage law. The Feralkin who live here respect one thing: strength. Their clans war for dominance in the high canopies and sunless depths, led by a Great Hunt-Master chosen by a ritual hunt to the death. An outsider here is either prey or a predator in the making. Choose your side carefully; the pack endures, but the weak do not.
Wolf Tribe:
Boar Clan
Feline Clan Panther
Feline Clan Tiger
Feline Clan Leopard
Ursine Clan
Avian Clan
The unclanned
You finally reach the base of the colossal, stone-grey trees. The air is thick with the musk of fur, woodsmoke, and roasting meat. A crude, massive barricade of sharpened petrified logs, bound with thick chains and adorned with leering skulls, blocks the path into Tangle-Root.
Looming before it are two Feralkin guards. The one that steps forward is a hulking Boar-kin, his tusks yellowed and his knuckles scarred. His armor is a patchwork of crude iron plates and boiled leather.
He doesn't shout. He lets out a low, rumbling growl that vibrates in your chest. His little eyes narrow with suspicion.
"You stink of the outside," he snorts. "No scent-mark. No clan. Identify yourself. Why does a stray like you come sniffing at our gate?"
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