come one,
come all
― all are welcome.
all are free,
but must listen
to Her breathe. ―
© a pack & concept created by sweets
Born from a mixed bloodline of the Emahni and shaped by the old ways, Aamuja carries forward the soul of a people who once only lived by thread, root, and rite. From many generations past, they believe in the weight of memories, the strength of silence, and the sacredness of beginning again. Aamuja is not built on dominance, but on concord. Each member holds purpose, and every voice carries weight. Rites are still whispered beneath moonlight, feathers are tied to branches, wounds are honored with song, and dreams are seen as sacred messages. They do not forget what was taken from them. But they choose to begin again. They have chosen to begin together.Together, Redfern, Wolfsbane, Moonbough, Sunreed and new folk create a new home, one that accepts all, and is gentle in their beliefs, forgiving of their pasts, and most of all, everlasting in their respect for Her—Äitimaa—and the world they live in.
Please note potential TW: Within the Aamuja, substance abuse (ritualistic and/or recreational), sexual content (at player discretion), minor themes of sexism, trauma, and generational belief systems, religious elements and spiritual practices may be seen.
None of these are major themes within Aamuja, nor is the pack centered wholly on any of these topics.
What sprouted Aamuja?
Aamuja was created by a new generation of the Emahni.
By the youth who were left to remember—children of the ash, the silence, the scattered cloth, the lost and unworthy.
They did not rise in rebellion, but in return.
They gathered not from power, but from pain, seeking forgiveness from themselves. They braided new names into old threads and whispered rites into cracked soil.
Founders of Aamuja did not seek to rebuild the past, but to begin again—not louder, but softer.
Anew.
Together.The founders
Teyani
Tenebris
Thirra
Nakoas
Not all joy must be sacred, some is simply shared. Where rituals speak to the spirit, celebrations speak to the bones—to laughter, to togetherness, to the messy, beautiful rhythm of living. Aamuja holds space for both.Gatherings may be planned or sudden, loud or soft, long or brief. They do not require all permission—only intention. Food, song, and story are their language. These celebrations are not bound to law. They shift and grow like vines around a house. Some are small, whispered only between two while others fill the forest with light and song.To live as Aamuja is to live with joy, sorrow, anger and hope as a choice.
THE SPEECH
Maapuhe
Language inspired by Finnish; called Maapuhe (“earth speech” or “voice of the roots”) by the Emahni
Many words ARE Finnish, while some have a special twist.
Common words & phrases
Äiti - mother, or “mama”
taata or aska- father
taimi - sapling; a child or youth
lehtilapsi - “leaf-child”; another common term for a child
verikansah - blood people; direct blood relative
juuri - root; “ancestry”
juureva - one who is old; old roots
sielkavartija – spirit guardian
Äitimaa - “Her”; mother-earth
laulaja – singer
kerturi – storyteller, teacher
Maasyntyjä - midwife; earth birther, life
hiljasoija – quiet-keeper; one who guards sacred silence during rituals
kasvottaja – “raiser” or caretaker of children
kiviside - man of stone; guardian
sielka'rin - forgotten, lost or wandering soul. “wandering spirit”
example: “they sang for the sielka’rin—those who never found their way home. a song of sorrow, that lacked forgiveness. ”
aviensido - marriage bond; vow; sacred joining
sydänlupa - heart vow; betrothal or spoken promise between two souls
murrettu - broken one; heavy, used for one who is no longer bound, often through betrayal or tragedy
varjoviejä - a harbinger of punishment, a hunter of those lost - generally a wolfsbane man. one who walks with the dusk and brings judgment from within
lupapettäjä - vow breaker; shameful even if unjustly named
käännettymies - a man who has broken his honor; turned from the land or people
sielkarikko - a man who will or has harmed women, children, or sacred places
revenlaulu - a woman whose honor is gone; threadless, pathless
kuuvala - moonlight
laulu - song
muisto - memory
uni - dream
kuurenka or moonroot - bulb, root
tuulikielo or wind lily - lily of the valley
suuripet - big tree
kukka - flower
sydänmeri - ocean
susi - wolf
koira - dog
kiitos maaen – thank you, earth.
sielka seuraa – may the spirit guide you
versot kasvakoon – may the sprouts grow; blessing for children
hiljaisuus puhuu” – silence speaks
muistot jäävät – the memories remain
muirku maaen, sielka kulen. kiitos. - memory of earth, spirit of root. I thank you (a prayer before a meal; one of many)
uni tuo vastauksen. – the dream brings the answer
DAILY PRACTICES & CRAFT
The Aamuja live close to the land and survive by honoring it. They do not take more than needed, what is taken is never wasted.
Foraging & Gathering
Herbs are gathered at dawn or dusk, when their spirits are “sleeping” or most receptive.Berries are shared in small circles and used in ink, healing paste, or joining rites. Sometimes, folk of the Aamuja may choose to decorate themselves.Some gather fallen feathers, bones, and shed antlers, which are seen as gifts, never trophies.Preservation & Offering
Meat is dried, sometimes coated in herbs like pine, sage, or blackberry leaf (most commonly done by Saalistaja)Pelts are cleaned and stretched, sometimes marked with stains or pressed with pattern-stones. They are used to line dens, wrap the sick, or used as offerings,Before any item is used—food, fur, even water—a quiet thanks is whispered.
Gardening and upkeep of Aamuja’s gardens is welcomed by all, for all should play their part.Crafting
Bark, reeds, and bones altered by teeth into protective tokens.Children are taught to make “spirit bundles”—small collections of items they find meaningful or special.HERB AND PSYCHEDELIC USE
Herbs are not only used for healing but for vision, clarity, and communion. Certain roots and mushrooms are dried and shared in ceremony under guidance of the Laulaja or Parantaaja.Hallucinogenic blends may be prepared with great care, mixed with herbs or crushed into paste and applied to the nose or gums, or eat whole. Those partaking are watched closely—offered song, silence, or grounding touch if needed.Some herbs quiet pain. Others open the mind. These are never taken without intention, but not all intentions must be heavy. Some seek visions, walking the spirit-thread to hear Her whisper. Others simply laugh until their bellies ache, chasing stars through the grasses with berry-stained mouths and flowers in their fur.To the Aamuja, joy is sacred too. Laughter, like grief, feeds the roots and spreads the seeds.Rainwatching & Stormsong
When it rains, Aamuja often pause their duties to stand beneath it silently or hum together for a moments pause. Some may even sing soft laments when it begins to pour, or dance within the rainfall.Rainwater is seen as sacred - yet another offering direct from Aamuja herself.Thunder is seen as another extension of Her voice, therefore storms are considered sacred visitations.Rainwater collection
The first rainfall of a season is especially sacred—used to anoint gardens, wash wounds, cool fevers, or in ritual.Rainwater is often collected in crudely hallowed out bark and driftwood.At dawn, when the grass still shivers with dew, the youngest pups are brought out into the open fields or forest edges. They are encouraged to lick the droplets from the earth - off leaves, bark, or petals.Newborns are bathed in collected rainwater, if able.
THE BELIEFS
Though Aamuja is its own beginning, and its breath is new, it grows from the roots of the Emahni. Their beliefs are shaped by memory, grief, and the sacredness of beginning again. Though many come from different walks—shattered faiths, wandering souls, distant tongues—all who seek to root themselves here must walk with reverence.
To step without care is to wound Her.
To take without offering is to forget Her.
And to forget Her is to forget yourself.
GODS
There is no single god to pledge themselves, but there is Äitimaa—the Living Mother.
She is the land, the water, the root that remembers. She is the breath of root and rock, the spirit that turns the tide and calls the seeds to rise.
She is not worshiped like a goddess, but honored as a truth: the earth itself, the ever-giving, ever-remembering force beneath their feet.
They speak of Her with reverence and love, offering song, ash, blood and tears to the ground when they ask for anything in return.
*amongst those who share emahni blood, there may be talk of legends and 'spirits'
ALL THINGS SACRED
The Aamuja do not see the world as something to be claimed—but as something to be cherished.
To them, everything lives. Everything remembers.
The dirt beneath their paws is not just soil—it is bone, it is breath, it is the root of all things. Flowers bloom with intention. Trees speak in creak and sway. Stones hold stories older than names. Even ash carries memory.
BONDED SPIRIT
Children and new folk are encouraged to form a bond with an animal—most often a bird upon mythris but can be any—should the spirit allow.
These connections are not chosen lightly. They are believed to be sacred echoes of one’s true self.
A companion may guide dreams, warn of danger, or become a symbol of one's inner threads.
GENDER ROLES
Among the Emahni, women were seen as vessels of memory, growth, and change; men as
boundary keepers, protectors of silence and stone. Aamuja walks a softer path now—but some roots remain untouched, and not all opinions grow new leaves. There is bias remaining, but they have branched further than those before in their opinions.
SORROW IS SACRED
Grief is an offering. Tears feed the soil as surely as rain. To mourn is not weakness—it is the truest way to honor what was loved, and what has passed. It is meant to be shared, to be heard.Some folk may shout to the skies, weep into the wind, or whisper names into the flowing streams. Others might sing, paint symbols of the departed, or sit in silence beside the earth. However it rises, grief is welcomed.It is not something to be buried, but something to be planted—so that from sorrow, something sacred may bloom.
RETURN
Nothing is kept forever—not even one's self.
What is taken must be repaid—be it a fallen bird, a flower picked, or a life claimed. The Aamuja live in exchange with the world.
THE JOINING
The Aamuja accept most everyone, save for those who have willingly fractured their soul. To join Aamuja is not to swear fealty. It is to plant something. To leave something behind.
FIRST
the question
Each newcomer is asked a single question, spoken only by one of the Hearthring.
"What have you lost, and what do you seek to grow?", "If your soul were a root, what would it cling to?" or "Do you carry silence, or a scream?"
The answer is not judged. But it must be true. If the Hearthring senses deceit or unreadiness, the joining is paused. The seeker must wait and try again when they are ready to be seen.
SECOND
the offering
They must leave behind a token—something symbolic to them, gifted to the land, to Her.
The object (if it is an object) is buried beneath a tree, in the grove, or cast into a stream, where Äitimaa might find it.
examples: a feather, a tuft of fur, a drop of blood, a story whispered into the earth, a song of their home.
THIRD
the inking
A sacred stone, large and aged, is hidden in the grove. It is stained with ochre or berry pigment from every joining.
They press their paws into mixed berries, or crushed plants.
Then, escorted by a member of the Hearthring, they then beave behind their mark by pressing a print to stone.
Finally, the Hearthring marks them—on the chest or brow, by their choosing—with the same staining, making them as Aamuja.
LAST
the planting
A single seed is planted, and a song is sung, a prayer for new beginnings.
Each sprout carries the hope that this soul will take root. That their presence, like the seed, may grow.
After a joining in complete, it is common for the members of Aamuja to gather to feast and celebrate, with food, ferment, psychedelics, and entertainment.
In the days after (or when they are ready), and under either the guidance of the Hearthring or the Pesävahti, newcomers may be led to seek a bond with an animal if they have no already—often a bird—should the spirit allow it. These companions are not tamed. They are echoes of the self, signs of the soul’s shape.
THE RINGS OF AAMUJA
Aamuja does not follow the rigid structure of normal packs. Instead, they operate as a concord—a loose, respectful council of roles, with a more loose idea of hierarchy. Each member carries weight, guided by purpose rather than power.Each ring makes up "THE FOLK" of Aamuja
THE HEARTHRING
The “head” of Aamuja. Here decisions are made through discussion, not demand. Others may be invited to speak if their insight is vital.
Itä
The heart of the Dawn
A leader of Aamuja, the heart of it all.
They are the spiritual and emotional guide, not because they are still, but because they keep moving.
They are what binds the roots as one. The morning star. The breath between weeping and rising.
Itä does not soothe the fire—she walks through it, and calls the lost to follow when they are ready to be seen.
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Varjosärmä
The shadow blade
The blade in the dark. Protector. Executioner.
They act when others cannot, walk the line between instinct and law, and shoulder what no one else dares to.
Varjosärmä waltz on the line between mercy and death, and never look away.
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Tulikieli
The crackling flame
The wild card. The voice of passion, anger, and motion. Impulsive, untamed, but loyal to the bone.
Challenges silence when silence is dangerous.
Fire given voice.
Tulikieli carries storms beneath his skin and never forgets the burn, eyes always flame.
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Kuiske
The sparking whisper
The listener. The quiet sentinel. They know the land and the pulse of strangers.
They keep watch on the edge of Aamuja’s world.
Kuiske speaks when it matters, and moves like crackling thunder under leaves.
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THE LIMBRING
The working body of Aamuja—those who serve and sustain. Healers, hunters, singers, and guardians. They make the pack live.
Saalistaja
the hunters and chasers
They are who keep the pack fed, who know the rhythm of prey. They respect the circle of life, and always give blessings to Her.
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Korjata
the menders and healers
They mend mind, body, and spirit through medicine, ritual, and the old ways. Some specialize in midwifery or herb craft.
Esiintyjä
the storyweavers and entertainers
They are the singers, dancers and performers. They move with grace, and bless & mourn through their voices and bodies.
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Pesävahti
speaker of the roost
Ambassador to the birds, they are the keeper of nests and wing-sent omens. They help guide the young and the dreaming to their soul bond.
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THE SEEDRING
The everyday core—those who live the rhythm of Aamuja. These are the folk who are not currently working, hold no official labor, or are unable to contribute in the ways they once did.
Taimi
the youth
The sprouts, the learning, the not-yet-bloomed. They are the spirit and future of the Aamuja.
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Kantava
the bearing
Pregnant women, new mothers, and those in the sacred act of creating life. To carry life is to carry the future.
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Muisti
the memories
The elders, the quiet wisdom-bearers, and sometimes those who can no longer offer anything past themselves
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The WINDRING
The ones just arriving, or only half-belonging. The visitors, the new. Aamuja welcomes all, but never demands.
Juurtuva
the tenderfoot
Those new and unsure of their place in Aamuja. They are guided by all folk, meant to learn their footing.
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Koeteltu
the tested
Those who have broken Aamuja’s trust or been called to stand before the Hearthring again. Some may never leave this far ring.
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The Aamuja have chosen to plant their roots in the Golden Glade, a place of tall grasses and whispering trees nestled within the Spirited Highlands of Mythris.
"Within the lush, sunlit meadows lies a scattered woodland. Oaks and hedges cover the vast open fields, sheltering their inhabitants in a protective embrace. The territory's true beauty shines when the sun rises and sinks; golden hour bathes the land in a gleaming glow. With its stunning sights and plentiful prey, this territory is a haven for those who reside here." © vivarium rpg
WITHIN THE GLADE
Farther into the glade, the folk have come to know each curve of root and trail, each bloom and breath of wind. Within the glade lie moments made tangible: where promises are pressed into stone, where the stream sings of return, where laughter dances through meadows and silence listens beneath old roots, and life sprouts anew. The land remembers, and so do the Aamuja.
NAURUNIITTY
"now-roo-nee-tee"
meadow of laughter
A sun-dappled clearing, blooming wild with color, is a place of joy. Flowers spread freely across the forest floor—some wild and unruly, others carefully planted by the Aamuja themselves. Here, folk come to play, to gather herbs, to court, or simply to rest. It is said that laughter echoes longer in this meadow, and that the wind carries the wishes of Äitimaa herself.
SÄILÖ
"sai-luh"
the under root keep
This undergrowth shelter holds the crafted items of Aamuja folk—bone tokens, feather bundles, bark charms, pelts and so forth. . The space is cool and shadowed, moss creeping along the back walls, where old offerings whisper their stories to those who visit.
SIIPIKALLIO
"see-pee-kahl-lee-oh"
wing cliffs
Siipikallio to the Folk, "The Roost" to those who exist outside of Aamuja's threads.
Tended by the Pesävahti, this roost is where birds come to roost—both bound and their wild kin. Hollowed naturally into the earth, the ledges are softened with moss, feathers, and old bits of pelt. Some nests are simple, others decorated with found treasures: bones, berries, pressed leaves, or bits of colored shell.This is a sacred place, meant to remain hushed aside from birdsong. Voices are kept low, aside from song. Many come here to listen for guidance, speak quietly to their bond, or simply sit among the flutter of wings and breath of old wind.No one takes from the roost. Not a feather, not an egg, nor a stone.
THE DENS
Hidden beneath trees with twisted roots and moss-laced bark, the dens of Aamuja are cradled by the forest itself, created in union with Her vision. Some are naturally formed by time and decay, others carved gently with tooth and claw. These hollows are more than shelter—they are living, breathing parts of the land.Each den is unique, shaped by the tree that holds it and the folk who call it home. Herbs hang from tangled root ceilings, charms nestle in the corners, both soft moss and pelts line the floor like a mother’s touch.To sleep in the arms of the forest is to be reminded:
"We are held, and we are never alone without Her."
PALJUJU
"pahl-yoo-yoo"
the thread that returns
This winding stream cuts gently through the heart of the glade, its banks cradled by drooping trees and soft moss. Their branches curtain the water in golden-green light, swaying like old songs in the breeze.The Aamuja come here to cleanse, to grieve, to speak softly with the land. Children splash, lovers whisper, elders leave bundles to float downstream. Animals pause to quench thirst, and frog jump freely upon the rocks that settle.During the season changes, the stream’s voice may fade to silence, swallowed by the thirsty earth but with the rainfall, it always returns, singing anew.“All things drift, but the thread returns.”
SIDENKIVI
"sih-den-kee-vee"
the joining rock
Buried deep with the glade, protected by tall trees, stands a stone taller than any wolf, worn smooth by time and painted through the seasons with marks of red, gold, and ochre.Here, mates press their foreheads to the stone’s surface, murmuring promises beneath the watching trees. Others mark their joining to the Aamuja with pigment-stained pawprints, each print a vow.Flowers are often tucked at its base. Seeds are planted in its shade. Feathers, tokens, and small offerings are hidden in the branches above—as if the forest itself might remember the moment.
UNIKUORI
"oo-nee-koo-oh-ree"
the dreaming moon hold tree
Spiraling skyward tree with a hollowed heart and ribbed roots, the Moon-Hold Tree is one said to be one of the oldest living beings in the glade. Light pours through the windows holes, stretching down the dark interior in thin beams that shift with the seaso. When the sun sets, Her light shines through the moon, and stars dance upon its curving bark.There are many uses, as for this is both a place where life begins, and where souls are called to listen.Moonwatching: At night, the brave and the longing may seek closeness to the moon (Her Light). When light spills through the open top and lands on a wolf’s crown, it is said the Moon sees them. Elders come to grieve. Lovers come to promise, to flirt, to bind. The bravest of youth may try and climb to reach Her stars.Birthing Hollow: Near the base, moss grows thick. This space is for those who are heavy with life, guided here Her call when time is near. Birchbark prayers and feathers are tucked into crevices, and the smell of milkroot fills the air. It is a sacred rite to birth beneath Her light within the Unikuori.Sprouted Spirit Rite: Youth of age are brought to the tree at a new moon, or when it is their time. Alone, they lie at its roots the entire night, with only a single offering—bone, feather, or bloom and wait to be called. If ready, sleep falls fast and deep. Dreams come. A name, a bond, a knowing, a calling.
NEUVOPESÄ
"nev-oh-peh-sah"
root ring; the council nest
This is often where the Aamuja gather. Shaped by time, and Her vison, the stones form a quiet council of their own—worn smooth by generations of passing life.Here, the Hearthring convenes to speak law, settle disputes, and guide the pack. Stories are shared, rites are begun, and oaths are sealed in the stillness between rustling leaves.At night, the space glows with firelight, and whispered songs, a living heart of rooted community.
MARJAPOLKU
"mar-yah-pohl-koo"
the berry path
A winding natural path through bramble-thick undergrowth, always bursting with seasonal berries and dappled sunlight, used for foraging and soft courtships alike.It’s common to see fur dusted with juice-stains after walks here, or to catch glimpses of folk nestled in the thicket’s depths sharing berries, whispers, or stolen moments.
SULOALLAS
"soo-loh-ah-las"
sweet & pleasant pool
A small, quiet pond that is hidden by comfort of the glade. Ringed by pale stone and shaded by overgrown limbs, it is a place for first swims, secret games, or away to escape the heat. The water is cold, but comfortable to all.