Duskborn

When the sun sets over Eastholde, few dare leave the safety of the walls.

The old caverns, forgotten manors, and crumbling estates belong to the Duskborn, an ancient people who abandoned the warmth of daylight long ago. They dwell in the places where the sun rarely reaches, emerging only when darkness has settled over the land.

Once, the creatures roamed openly among the other peoples of Eastholde. They traded, feasted, fought, and built their homes beneath the same sun as everyone else. But something changed. A terrible darkness took hold of them, twisting their bodies and driving them from the light.

Now they are pale shadows of what they once were.

Their old customs remain, however. The Duskborn still gather in secluded courts and hidden covenants, preserving traditions that few of the living remember. Ancient banners hang from ruined halls, and their nobles still speak of bloodlines, territory, and old claims to the lands beyond their caverns.

But whatever refinement they once possessed has been buried beneath an insatiable hunger.

To the people of Eastholde, the Duskborn are mere monsters.

To the Duskborn, the other races are simply sheep for the slaughter.

And when darkness falls, the Duskborn emerge from their caverns and ruined halls. Hunting parties gather, and the roads of Eastholde become dangerous once more.

The night beckons.