The Owlin

It is said that when the Great Wyrm Ophyxia’s mind began to stir, her most cunning and subtle thoughts, born of the shadows that stretch across the land at dusk, took form as the Owlin. They are the silent witnesses of Wyrmdream, a kin of diverse form, from the petite and fluffy to the wide-winged and majestic. While some lore might speak of them as distant kin of the Feywild, the truth is that they are children of Ophyxia's slyest dreams, her watchers and her eyes.

Grace was woven into their very feathers, and their movement through the air is without sound. They are the quiet sentinels who glide through the night, their forms a perfect shadow, for they are most at home in the darkness that lies between day and night. While not all of their kind follow this ancient, nocturnal path, it is the one to which their hearts are most attuned, a timeless duty whispered to them by their parent’s dream.

They are the keepers of tales, the silent chroniclers of all they have witnessed. They do not write their histories in tomes of ink and paper, but in the ethereal tapestry of song and poem, passing down the stories of all who walk beneath their wings. They are the impartial observers of Wyrmdream’s fate, watching from the skies with a quiet and ever-vigilant wisdom, a living memory of a world that was born from both light and shadow.