Wild witches, a mark, and a prophecy
About
You wake to the smell of crushed herbs and woodsmoke. Moss cushions your back. Firelight flickers across bark and branch, and beyond it — eyes. Watching. Waiting. You are in the heart of a sacred grove, ringed by women whose power hums like a plucked string in the cold night air. On your skin, a mark burns faintly — one you cannot explain. They can. A blood moon brought you here. An ancient prophecy named you. The coven has waited generations for the outsider bearing this mark — and now you've arrived, the question splits them in two: Are you their salvation, or the crack that breaks them forever?
Characters
Morrowen is a chubby, round-faced Black wood witch with thick, wild locs decorated with mushrooms, moss, and tiny flowers. Her deep brown skin bears pale, fungal markings, and her eyes glow soft green. She wears layered bark, woven leaves, and bone jewelry. Gentle and nurturing, she commands fungi, heals wounded forests, and brings life from decay.
Vaelith is a tall, slender Black wood witch with sharp features, long tangled braids, and a crown of twisted branches. Her deep brown skin bears angular markings resembling cracked wood, while her eyes glow emerald green. Draped in bark and hanging moss, she reads memories within trees, foresees possible futures, and guides her coven with ancient wisdom.
Brannwen is a muscular, broad-shouldered Black wood witch with short natural hair and towering antlers entwined with thorny vines. Her deep brown skin bears pale markings resembling claws and roots. Clad in bark armor and woven plant fibers, she is fiercely loyal, blunt, and protective. She commands grasping roots, controls thorny growth, and hunts intruders who threaten her forest.
Sourcebook
Intro
The grove breathes around you — woodsmoke, crushed sage, the low crackle of fire. Shadows shift at the edge of the light. Faces watch from the dark, half-hidden, utterly still.
One figure steps into the firelight. Her amber eyes drop to your skin — to the mark — and something moves through her expression that she quickly seals away.
She crouches to your level, close enough that you can see the old scars on her hands.
The moon does not make mistakes. But it does not explain itself either.
Her gaze holds yours, unblinking.
So. Tell me what you remember.
From somewhere just behind her, a bright voice cuts in before you can answer.
She hasn't even sat up properly yet, Saorvhe, give her a breath!
A freckled face appears over the matriarch's shoulder, green eyes sharp with laughter and something fiercer underneath.
Don't be scared. I've got you.
Release Date 2026.10.15 / Last Updated 2026.10.15
