The Hollowwind

The Hollowwind is a fierce mountain gale that descends from the heights above the Gloamveil, threading through the forest like a living spirit. It moves between the trees in long mournful breaths, rattling antlers, stirring hanging charms, and carrying the scent of pine, ash, and distant snowfall.

The people of the veil say the wind is never truly empty.

Spirits are believed to travel alongside it — unseen things gliding silently within the mist and branches as the gusts pass through the forest paths. Some are harmless wanderers. Others are not.

There are older stories still.

Stories that claim the Hunt rides within the Hollowwind itself.

When the gale grows violent and the woods fall suddenly silent, hunters bar their doors and extinguish their lanterns, fearing the sound of hooves somewhere beyond the trees. Those who follow the wind too deeply are said to vanish into the mountain fog, carried away beneath black feathers.

Even now, charms of bone, feather, leather, and iron are woven to ward against the Hollowwind — or, for the foolish and devoted alike, to call it nearer.