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August 02: Hello friends. ❤️
I want to start out by saying how much we appreciate each and every one of you, you dedication, your words, your passion, and everything you've put into the community here. Unfortunately, the bell has tolled for our dear Canis. There are many factors and reasons that have gone into this decision, and I apologize if it feels sudden. The site will remain up for as long as necessary for players to retreive their information and posts.
If you have questions, you are more than welcome to reach out to me via DM.
Thank you for everything. ❤️
I want to start out by saying how much we appreciate each and every one of you, you dedication, your words, your passion, and everything you've put into the community here. Unfortunately, the bell has tolled for our dear Canis. There are many factors and reasons that have gone into this decision, and I apologize if it feels sudden. The site will remain up for as long as necessary for players to retreive their information and posts.
If you have questions, you are more than welcome to reach out to me via DM.
Thank you for everything. ❤️
Blackpine Reach
Blackpine Reach
High in the bones of the world lies Blackpine Reach, where stone and silence crown the sky. Snow falls like ash, and time moves like ice — slow, relentless, and unforgiving. Blackpine Reach is not just wilderness — it is a trial. Those who live here are shaped by it: quiet, watchful, sharp as frost. It is a land that does not welcome, only tests.
Blackpine Reach is a realm swathed in ancient silence — a land where breath and mist blur together, and the bones of the earth sleep beneath evergreen cloaks. Rising from deep, rain-fed ravines, its forested peaks spiral into the fog like the backs of old gods, worn smooth by time and storm. Trees grow tall and solemn, their trunks laced with moss and time-etched lichen, their branches like bony arms that reach and whisper with the wind.
The air is heavy with cold dampness, still and reverent — a hush that holds memory. The forest floor is shadowed and soft, woven with needles, roots, and the ghosts of those who came before. A place of omens, where light barely pierces the thick canopy and every crow’s call or shifting shadow could mean something more.
This location was discovered by our members!
Application thread
The air is heavy with cold dampness, still and reverent — a hush that holds memory. The forest floor is shadowed and soft, woven with needles, roots, and the ghosts of those who came before. A place of omens, where light barely pierces the thick canopy and every crow’s call or shifting shadow could mean something more.
This location was discovered by our members!
Application thread
