This page is dedicated to historical and canonical events that transpired in Adventium. They can range from natural disasters, the fall of a legendary pack, and more. Folklore, on the other hand, is stories passed down from parent to pup, likely changing a bit along the way. Folklore can also include stories of folk heroes from revered or legendary packs.
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» Many, many generations ago, a land called Undamo existed in the place of Adventium. The wolves were much larger and thicker-bodied, as were the giant beasts that they hunted. The wolves and their beastly prey lived in a continuous struggle for survival in the harsh elements of Undamo.
» Over time, however, the food of the wolves began to disappear completely, leaving empty bellies and packs dying out from famine. For some, it was an omen of destruction, while to others it was a mistake in the beast's migratory patterns. All wolves prayed to their deities, ancestors, or whatever allowed them to continue despite the hunger. Until one day, a great tremor tore through the earth. It shook each wolf to their core and deeper still, as something deep within them urged them to run. Every Undamo creature took to the sky or leapt faster than they had ever before as the earth continued to rumble and shake beneath them. As the rumbles continued, the landscape began to change with each one. What once was a great river valley has suddenly become an immense, bottomless gorge. Mountains that had previously stood tall crumbled down into dust and were filled with endless rain, forming enormous lakes and seas. What was once Undamo was now an unrecognizable expanse of new territory with new challenges to come.
» As these great changes tore through the earth, the wolves were forced to adapt. Over time, their thick coats became seasonal, their bodies lighter, and any real remembrance of Undamo vanished.
» As so much time had passed since the Materramova, the descendants of Undamo's wolves had spread far and wide, and several generations later, Undamo was nothing more than a whisper between a mother and her pups before bedtime, as only a few packs still carried the stories from the old land. Even then, the wolves telling the stories of great beasts would hardly believe it, as no one had seen anything fitting the stories in generations. The wolves had also changed, so believing that they were once mighty and nearly twice their current size was unimaginable.
» A few of these packs, still believers that Undamo was at one point a real home to their ancestors, banded together and set off on a journey to rediscover their ancestral home. It took many years, but despite the great challenges they faced, the wolves finally found it - Undamo. Although what they saw was far from the stories of old. They were expecting to see a barren land of snow, ice, and rock inhabited by large woolly creatures and wolves as large as those their stories told of. Instead, however, all they found were creatures they already knew of, such as deer, elk, and the occasional fox.
» Amid their slight disappointment, the wolves knew that beneath it all, this was still Undamo, even if it had changed greatly. They decided to give it a new name, choosing to fully embrace these new sights and the history that had taken place eons ago. Adventium was the name they gave it.
» Years have passed since the original pack of Adventium settled here, and it has long since dispersed. Old bloodlines may still run through the veins of wolves, but none can recall the events firsthand. However, traditions handed down from the first pack include seasonal pack gatherings in the center of Adventium, where each pack can mingle and discuss their livelihoods in peace.
» Two packs formed: the Elk Ridge pack, a fierce and large group of wolves, and the Cotani Tribe, a peaceful band of sea-wolves who spend their time swimming in the southern shores. They exist in vastly different regions of the map and only interact when they honor the seasonal pack gatherings, but, even then, Elk Ridge does not always attend.
» This is a common 'boogeyman' that wolves threaten will come after their pups if they do not behave. The Madachmaur is described as a wolf made of shadow, bone, and moss, with the stars captured in its face where eyes should be. Some say the 'Black Maw' is an evil spirit, granting power to those who seek it but at a ghastly cost of their soul, while others believe it preys upon young wolves who have a penchant for getting into mischief.
» There is a sort of 'nursery rhyme' chant that some youngsters may use to scare others;
Madachmaur, Madachmaur creeping low,
In the shadow where the cold winds blow,
Madachmaur, Madachmaur, behold the eyes of night,
With a grin ajar and a deathly bite,
Watch out for Madachmaur, the black maw of fright.