Fantasy New Dawn, New Troubles Lore

[Autumn_Leaf]

• Blackridge
• Werewolf Information
• New tide
• Skjodr
• Father

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  Tucked deep within the Cascade Mountains, Blackridge is a small, isolated mining town with a population of fewer than 4,000 people. Life here is slow, quiet, and centered around the local mining industry, which has been the town’s lifeblood for over a century. The town is surrounded by dense evergreen forests, mist-covered valleys, and rugged mountain terrain, making it feel cut off from the rest of the world.
  
  Despite its picturesque surroundings, Blackridge has its fair share of superstitions. Locals whisper about wolf spirits lurking in the woods, strange howls echoing through the night, and shadows moving just beyond sight. Some believe these are nothing more than old legends, stories passed down to keep children from wandering too deep into the wilderness. Others—especially those who have lived here for generations—aren’t so sure.
  
  The town itself has everything you’d expect in a small, tight-knit community:
  
  
  
  • A downtown area with a few mom-and-pop shops, a diner, and a bar that sees more than its fair share of regulars.
  • A mining company headquarters, which controls most of the local economy.
  • A local sheriff’s department, often stretched thin but quick to dismiss any talk of the supernatural.
  • A handful of old churches and abandoned buildings, relics of a time when Blackridge was busier and more prosperous.
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  1. The Origin of Werewolves in This World​

  In this world, werewolves are an ancient and secretive race that evolved alongside humanity, though their existence remained hidden for millennia. The first werewolves were humans who made a pact with an ancient wolf spirit during the dawn of time, a being tied to the natural world’s most primal forces—Fenrir, the great wolf of Ragnarok, or another lesser-known Norse wolf spirit.
  
  • The First Transformation: The first werewolves were blessed/cursed with the power to transform under the moon's influence, a gift (or curse) bestowed by the wolf spirit. Over time, they became more savage, and this bond with the wolf spirit marked the beginning of their race.
  • The Packs: Over the centuries, werewolves split into packs—each with their own traditions, beliefs, and leadership structures, often tied to territorial control and survival.
  • You are either pure blood, or turned. Turning requires being bitten by someone in wolf form during a full moon.

  2. The werewolf form​

  In this world, werewolves aren’t limited to just transforming under the full moon, but their transformations are often tied to emotions or intense stress. They can shift at will, but it requires concentration, effort, or extreme mental strain to remain in control.
  Size & Build
  
  • The werewolf takes on the appearance of a normal wolf, but much larger, easily double or triple the size of a regular wolf.
  • Think of it as a hulking, muscular wolf—powerful, fast, and sleek, but still maintaining the grace and agility of a wolf.
  • The musculature is enhanced, the limbs more defined and bulkier, giving them more strength and endurance than regular wolves.
  Features
  
  • Their teeth and claws are sharper, designed for combat and tearing through anything in their way.
  • The fur might have a slightly unnatural sheen, possibly tinted or marked in certain patterns, signifying the individual’s ancestry or connection to their wolf spirit.
  Speed & Agility
  
  • Despite their size, werewolves in this form are extremely fast, able to cover vast distances in seconds, much like regular wolves but with greater strength.
  • Their reflexes are heightened, and they can perform leaps and sudden maneuvers with ease, making them formidable in combat or escape situations.
  Senses
  
  • Their senses are heightened to an almost supernatural level—, sight, hearing, and even empathy can be enhanced depending on the werewolf.
  • They can track prey for miles, hear conversations from a distance, and smell fear or deceit in others.
  Mentality & Control
  
  • Turning into a werewolf isn’t just a physical transformation—it’s a shift in mindset. Instinct takes over, emotions run hotter, and without training, the primal urge to hunt, fight, or run can be overwhelming.
  • Aggression is heightened under the full moon or when the werewolf is in danger or angered, causing them to sometimes lose control and become more wild in their reactions.

  3. Human form​

  • Smell – They can pick up distinct scents in a room, but they need effort to track something specific.
  • Hearing – They can hear whispers from across a room, but loud sounds aren’t painfully disorienting.
  • Night Vision – They see better in the dark than humans, but not as perfectly as in wolf form.
  • Instincts – They’re more attuned to body language and emotions, but not mind-readers.

  4. The Werewolf Society​

  • Pack Structure: Unlike what we see in media, alpha omega etc. packs don't tend to work like that, there is a pack leader, that is usually appointed by the pack itself, or from the original leader.
  • Bloodlines vs. Outsiders: Some packs, especially the traditionalist pack, pride themselves on pure bloodlines, believing that only those with noble or long-standing werewolf blood should be allowed to lead or join. New tide, however, takes in outcasts, rogues, and wolves from different backgrounds, valuing strength, loyalty, and unity over bloodlines.
  • The Pack’s Territory: Pack territory is sacred—it’s not just land, but the soul of the pack. Some packs are incredibly protective of their land, while others might share or wander across larger areas.

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  Founded by a man known only as Father, the New Tide was born from a vision of unity—a pack not bound by bloodlines or borders, but by choice. Unlike traditional werewolf packs that cling to hierarchy and territory, Father believed that survival depended on acceptance and cooperation. He took in those who had nowhere else to go—turned wolves abandoned by their makers, outcasts rejected by old packs, and lone wanderers seeking a home.
  
  The New Tide’s Den lies hidden deep within the forest, tucked away at the end of winding dirt trails that only those who belong can navigate. It’s a sanctuary—a place where the pack can escape the outside world, safe in the heart of their territory. Far enough from town to avoid unwanted attention, yet close enough for supply runs when needed, it offers the perfect balance of isolation and accessibility.
  
  Once a long-abandoned estate, its walls were crumbling, overtaken by time and nature. But with Father’s vision and the pack’s help, it was rebuilt, reforged, and made into a permanent home. The house itself is sprawling and weathered, yet sturdy, with more than enough space for the pack to spread out—though that doesn’t always stop some from getting on each other’s nerves. At its core, it’s not just a house. It’s the heartbeat of the pack—the one place they can truly call their own.
  
  For a time, the New Tide thrived under his leadership, securing a fragile peace with Skjoldr, the dominant and traditionalist pack of Blackridge. But that peace shattered the night Father’s brutalized corpse was delivered back to them, his body found deep in Skjoldr’s territory. Now, Yeva, his daughter, has taken up the mantle of leadership. The pack is divided—some demand vengeance, others fear war, and a few question if Yeva is strong enough to lead. What was once a sanctuary for the lost is now a fractured pack on the edge of war. The New Tide was built on the belief that werewolves should stand together. But with blood in the water, will they hold to Father’s vision—or tear themselves apart?
  
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  Before Blackridge was ever carved from the mountains, before men dug their mines and paved their roads, Skjoldr ruled these lands. They were the first—a lineage of wolves tracing their blood back centuries, long before whispers of werewolves became mere folklore. In the old days, Skjoldr was more than a pack. They were a dynasty, a shield against outsiders, and a force that commanded respect. They thrived in the shadows, shaping the rise and fall of smaller packs that dared to challenge them. Their laws were absolute. Their bloodlines sacred. As time marched forward and the world changed, Skjoldr remained unyielding. When more humans started developing the lands in Blackridge, they learned to adapt but never submit. They embedded themselves into the foundations of Blackridge, watching from the edges, ensuring their dominance remained unchallenged.
  
  Skjoldr’s stronghold sits high in the mountains, a fortress hidden in the wild, where the air is thin and the world below feels distant. From their perch, they can see everything—the vast expanse of their claimed territory, the winding roads that cut through the forest, and the town of Blackridge sitting unsuspectingly beneath them. Nothing moves without Skjoldr knowing. Nothing trespasses without consequence.
  
  Their home is a rugged, self-sufficient cabin camp, built to blend into the wilderness, appearing to outsiders as nothing more than a secluded commune or survivalist retreat. Should the local authorities ever come sniffing around, that’s the story—a group of reclusive, off-grid folk who prefer the solitude of the mountains. But in truth, this is the heart of their power. A place where only the strong survive, where loyalty is earned through blood, and where the old ways still reign.
  
  Astrid, now being the one who leads this pack watches relentlessly to see if New Tide falters, with Father is dead. His ideals teeter on the edge of collapse.
  They are watching. Waiting. Ready to reclaim what is theirs.
  
  
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  Victor Petryk – A Legacy Built, A Legacy Stolen
  
  Victor Petryk was born under the full moon in western Ukraine, a pureblood werewolf raised among a pack that held strict traditions, rigid ideals, and an unshakable hierarchy. His life was laid out before him from the start—follow the old ways, respect the bloodline, and never question the order of things. But Victor was never one to simply accept what he was told. Even as a child, he was ambitious to a fault, always biting off more than he could chew. He spoke out when he shouldn’t, challenged the rules, and tested the patience of those who held power. What started as youthful rebellion became something more—a desire for change. He saw the traditions of his pack as chains, shackling their kind to an outdated way of life. But challenging the old ways came at a cost.
  
  Victor’s defiance escalated until he did the unthinkable—he challenged the pack leader for control. It was a reckless, desperate gamble, and it ended in disaster. Broken, beaten, and disgraced, he was cast out. Banished from the only home he had ever known, left to fend for himself in a world where lone wolves rarely survived. For years, Victor wandered from place to place, taking whatever work he could find—janitorial jobs, window cleaning, anything that kept him afloat. Without a pack, he was vulnerable, an easy target for those who saw lone wolves as nothing more than diseased strays. Packs didn’t take in outsiders. They hunted them. And Victor was always one step away from being prey.
  
  Then he met Aleksandra.
  
  She was already part of a pack—one that was nothing like the one he had left behind. She saw his struggle, pitied him. And in secret, without her pack’s knowledge, she helped him survive. A place to hide. A meal when he was starving. A reason to keep going. With Aleksandra’s help, Victor found work at a lumber mill, earning just enough to scrape together a small van to live in—his insurance in case he needed to run again. At first, her visits were cautious, careful. Then, they became more frequent. Then, they became something more. Affection turned to love. Love turned to something irreversible. She was pregnant.
  
  The news was terrifying. A child meant responsibility, commitment—it meant a real future. For Aleksandra, there was only one choice: leave the pack and never look back. With what little they had, Victor scraped together enough money to get them out. They secured a one-way passage to the United States, smuggling themselves aboard a ship bound for Washington. It wasn’t ideal. It wasn’t glamorous. But it was a chance at something new. A chance at a family. But things never go as planned.
  
  They found an abandoned house in the wilderness, far from prying eyes, and over time, they rebuilt it into a home. It was there, in that quiet refuge, that Yeva was born. But the birth was violent, unforgiving. Aleksandra’s body couldn’t withstand it. She died bringing their daughter into the world. Victor was destroyed. But grief could not be an excuse. He had a child to raise. A life to protect. And he swore, from that moment on, that he would build something new. A pack with no borders. No bloodline restrictions. No archaic rules. A pack where wolves could find safety, not chains.
  With that vision in mind, Victor began recruiting. He sought out loners, castaways, wolves with nowhere else to turn. He built his pack on diversity and resilience, on survival and freedom. This wasn’t just about creating a safe haven—it was about changing the future for Yeva. Of course, not everyone welcomed his ideals. The Skjoldr pack—territorial and steeped in tradition—saw his growing numbers as a threat. They could have wiped him out before his pack had the numbers to defend itself, but Victor was a smooth talker. He struck a truce before bloodshed could stain the land. It wasn’t an alliance. It was a ceasefire—a fragile peace built on nothing more than words and mutual caution.
  
  But we all know how this story ends. Two weeks ago, Victor’s body was found. Brutalized. Left as a message. And now, his legacy is in Yeva’s hands.