Deep in the frozen woods, far from the castle’s shadow, a cluster of cabins huddles together like survivors under siege. The Candlewatch Party lives here — a small, stubborn group who guard the last flickering lights of civilization. Their world is wood, wax, and whispers. The cabins are half‑buried in snow, their roofs sagging under frost. Candles burn in every window, not for warmth but for protection. The Candlewatch believe the storm fears light — or at least, pretends to. ??️❅༺?༻❅?️? The Cabins A ring of five wooden cabins, half‑buried in snow, connected by narrow paths carved through the drifts. Their roofs sag under frost, their walls creak in the cold, and their windows glow with soft amber light. Inside, the cabins are cramped but warm. The air always smells faintly of smoke, pine, and melted wax. ⋆꙳❅༺?️༻❅꙳⋆ The Watchfire At the center of the cabin ring stands a massive iron brazier, filled with layered wax and wood. It burns day and night — never allowed to die. The Candlewatch take shifts tending it, feeding it wax scraps, pine resin, and anything that will keep the flame alive. When the Watchfire flickers, the forest grows louder. When it dims, the shadows move. When it goes out… no one knows, because it has never been allowed to. ?❅༺?༻❅? The Whispering Pines The forest surrounding the cabins is dense, ancient, and unnervingly quiet. The trees are tall and skeletal, their trunks hollowed by age and frost. When the wind passes through them, they hum — low, mournful, almost human. Sometimes the hum forms words. Sometimes it calls names. Sometimes it answers questions no one asked aloud. The Candlewatch avoid the deeper woods unless absolutely necessary. ⋆꙳❅༺?༻❅꙳⋆ The Snow‑Buried Chapel A collapsed wooden chapel lies a short walk from the cabins, its steeple snapped in half and buried under snow. Only the doorway remains visible, leading into a dark, frozen interior where old pews sit crooked and frost‑covered. The chapel is colder than the forest. Colder than the cabins. Colder than it should be. Something in the rafters watches anyone who enters. ⋆꙳❅༺?️༻❅꙳⋆ The Lantern Path A narrow trail leading away from the cabins, marked by lanterns hung from tree branches. The lanterns burn with a strange blue‑white flame — a mixture of wax and powdered frostbloom petals. But the lanterns sometimes sway when there is no wind. And sometimes one goes out. And when one goes out, something always stands beneath it. ??️❅༺?️༻❅?️? The Rootcellar -Locked-
⋆꙳?️༺❄️༻?️꙳⋆ THE CANDLEWATCH PARTY — OVERVIEW The Candlewatch Party is a small, tight‑knit group of survivors living deep within the frozen woods. They are defined by their rituals, their light, and their fear. Where other parties rely on walls or weapons, the Candlewatch rely on flame — the one thing they believe the storm cannot fully swallow. They are the keepers of warmth, memory, and superstition. Their cabins glow like fragile hearts in a world that wants them extinguished. ⋆꙳❅༺⚔️༻❅꙳⋆ STRENGTHS • Candlecraft Knowledge They’ve mastered wax, flame, and ritual. Certain blends repel frost‑entities for short bursts. • Emotional Unity They trust each other deeply. Their bonds are their backbone. • Stealth & Camouflage Their cabins blend into the forest. They know how to move quietly, how to hide, how to vanish. • Warmth Preservation They’ve developed clever ways to trap heat: layered wax walls, insulated floors, shared sleeping spaces. • Forest Familiarity They know the woods better than anyone — the safe paths, the dangerous ones, and the places where the trees whisper too loudly. ⋆꙳❅༺?༻❅꙳⋆ WEAKNESSES • Fragile Defenses Wooden walls and candles can only do so much. A strong storm could bury them alive. • Superstition‑Driven Decisions They sometimes choose ritual over logic, fear over strategy. • Limited Supplies Wax, food, and firewood are always running low. Every candle is a sacrifice. • Vulnerability to Manipulation Creatures that mimic voices or faces can easily unsettle them. • Isolation They are far from other parties, making communication and trade difficult. ⋆꙳❅༺?️༻❅꙳⋆ PARTY PERSONALITY The Candlewatch Party feels like: family cult support group flickering flame in a dark forest They sing quietly at night. They tell stories to keep fear away. They cry openly and comfort each other without shame. They are soft in a world that punishes softness — and that makes them both beautiful and doomed. NGL IM LOWKEY TOO LAZY AND TOO INVESTED IN WRITTING THE REST TO FIX THE EMOJIS RN.
