"Silent Blades of the Longhouse"

In the dense woodlands of the Eastern frontier, where dappled sunlight filtered through the leaves like whispers of the Creator, a band of Iroquois warriors moved with spectral silence. Led by Red Hawk, marked by crimson war-paint and the sacred porcupine roach, they were scouts of the Haudenosaunee Confederacy, defenders of their people and land. Each carried not just weapons of war, but generations of strategy and survival.

The year was 1757. With the fires of the French and Indian War crackling across the northeast, alliances shifted like autumn wind through birch trees. Red Hawk’s warriors, sworn to protect the forest trails and river crossings of their homeland, patrolled the borderlands between diplomacy and warfare.

They were hunting whispers—enemy scouts, colonial trespassers, or betrayal in the underbrush. Behind their stoic gazes lay a profound devotion to the Longhouse’s unity, and a warning to those who dared challenge the sovereignty of the Five Nations.