To roam free is to live.
Before walls, there were forests.
Before law, there was hunger.
Before cities, there was sky.
Before names, there was breath.
Korr is the pulse beneath the soil and the growl in the throat.
He appears most often as a towering wolf-man, fur matted with rain, eyes bright with instinct. But he is never only one shape. He is stag and storm, river and root, predator and prey. When he walks, leaves turn toward him. When he howls, something in mortals answers.
He governs nature, freedom, wildness, change, instinct, and the honest brutality of survival. He does not apologize for tooth or claw. He does not mourn the fallen leaf. He understands that death feeds growth and that cages suffocate spirit.
The Druids follow him because they remember. He does not build. He does not judge. He lives.
Major Boon:
Minor Boon: Animal Empathy
Curse: Lycanthropy