Westfall is a cold, forest-heavy island where the light fades early and the air is always moving. Towering trees grow close together, their canopies knitting into a living roof that keeps the forest floor dim, cool, and alive with sound. Moss, roots, and stone ✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱ the ground. The soil is ✱✱✱✱✱ but usable, rewarding careful cultivation rather than abundance. Clearings are ✱✱✱✱-won and fiercely protected. Wolves roam freely through the forests, moving between villages and hunting grounds without fear of people. Storms roll in fast from the sea, and when they do, the forest ✱✱✱✱✱ rather than breaks. According to legend, a great gray wolf with cold blue eyes led a small group of hunters from The Fourest across the frozen sea to the island. On what they call The Longest Night, the wolf showed them where to finally settle. Over generations, Westfall grew. The people learned to hunt as wolves hunted, to move quietly, to waste nothing, and to respect the forest’s shifting nature. ✱✱✱✱✱✱✱ a wolf without cause became the greatest , believed to curse the ✱✱✱✱✱✱ to ✱✱✱✱✱✱ forever, unable to find home. The Leoxar recognized the island’s value quickly: timber, furs, disciplined hunters, and natural defenses. Rather than erase Westfall’s ways, the Leoxar regulated them. Borders were drawn and hunting quotas were imposed. Westfall obeyed, but never fully. Leoxar overseers ruled from fortified outposts along the coast, extracting resources and conscripting hunters as scouts and skirmishers for imperial campaigns. Wolves were spared only because the Leoxar deemed them too costly to exterminate in such terrain. Over generations, Westfall learned to survive under rule without surrendering identity. Customs were followed in public, traditions kept in secret. When the Leoxar plague struck and Sophie’s Palace sealed itself off, the empire collapsed faster than anyone expected. Leoxar outposts in Westfall were abandoned almost overnight. Supplies stopped arriving. Orders ceased. Westfall did not revolt, they simply outlasted their rulers. Modern Westfallers are pragmatic, observant, and fiercely independent. Strength is measured by usefulness, not status. Hunters, scouts, and trackers hold more respect than nobles or scholars. Leadership is earned through proven survival and action, not inheritance. Westfall favors light armor, mobility, and coordinated attacks that mirror wolf-pack tactics. They ✱✱✱✱✱✱ quickly, withdraw just as fast, and return when their enemies are weakest. Their villages have no walls; the forest itself is their defense. Their banners are ✱✱✱✱ blue, often weathered and torn, marked with silver or white wolf imagery. Wolves are never hunted, never owned, and never fully tamed. They are companions, watchers, and reminders. Westfall believes the Leoxar fell because they became detached from the land they ruled. To them, empires collapse when rulers forget how to survive without control. Westfall seeks to claim territory not to civilize it, but to prove they can hold it. They believe Brolandia should be ruled by those who can ✱✱✱✱✱✱ ✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱, adapt to change, and act decisively. To Westfall, ruling Brolandia means ensuring no power ever grows soft, distant, or untouchable again. Their saying is simple: “The forest chooses the bold.”