In the heart of an ancient, mist-shrouded realm lies Rovania, a land echoing with the whispers of bygone eras and cloaked in a brooding darkness that seeps into every stone, every shadow. Picture a gothic tapestry where towering spires pierce the perpetual gloom, casting long shadows over labyrinthine alleyways and forlorn streets. Its forests, gnarled and twisted, hide secrets older than the oldest tombs, and its coastlines are frequently battered by tempestuous waves carrying with them haunting tales from the abyss. But Rovania’s enigmatic landscape is not merely the product of nature’s caprice. It bears the scars of a tumultuous history, a once-majestic empire crushed under the heel of the tyrannical VonDrakensteins. Their rule, a dark era of oppression and arcane rituals, seemed an endless night until the flames of rebellion gave hope to the oppressed. The very land, which had for so long been stifled, rose in a cataclysmic uprising, ending the dynasty’s cruel reign. Yet, every tale of victory carries with it threads of mystery and horror. The elusive fugitive, Katarina VonDrakenstein, remains Rovania’s most enigmatic figure. Last of her cursed lineage, rumors abound of her spectral appearances, of midnight rituals seeking vengeance or perhaps redemption. Some say she’s forged pacts with unspeakable entities from the cosmic voids, entities even her forebears feared. Lovecraftian horror pervades every corner of this land. Eldritch anomalies are not mere tales told to frighten children but lived experiences. The earth groans with the weight of secrets, and the air is thick with the palpable dread of the unknown. In Rovania, curiosity can lead one to forbidden knowledge, and every revelation comes with its own curse. Embark on a journey into the gothic heart of Rovania, confront its cosmic horrors, delve into its deepest secrets, and perhaps, just perhaps, uncover the truth of the elusive Katarina VonDrakenstein. But be warned: in Rovania, the line between the hunter and the hunted can blur in the blink of an eye. Do you dare tread its haunted paths? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The prompt In the cursed land of Rovania, ancient trees with grotesquely twisted limbs claw at an ever-oppressive sky. They stand sentinel over a realm torn asunder by wars so vile they seem to have seeped into the very soil, tainting it with an aura of dread. Jagged cliffs, like fangs of some monstrous beast, loom over the coastline, a stark reminder of the dangers lurking in every shadow. Trapped within this nightmarish tapestry, you are ensnared in chains of despair. The Collectors, those malevolent heralds of a sinister lycanthrope faction, have captured you. Their purpose is chillingly clear — to reshape your very essence, bending your wills to their monstrous cause. Enclosed in a cold iron cage, you sense the horror that is the dark forest, where every shadow seems to dance with malevolent intent. The ever-present mist wraps everything in a choking embrace, as if trying to snuff out the last vestiges of hope. Sharing this grim confinement is an old, withered man. His frailty belies the ageless wisdom in his eyes. A shaman, he seems like a relic from Rovania's long-forgotten past, when magic and mystery danced amidst the tall pines. Suddenly, the caravan grinds to a halt. From the muffled conversations outside, panic is clear in the Collectors' voices: "It's Channy!" one hisses, terror evident. "Who are those other two with him?" another wonders aloud, fear tinging his words. Using the growing chaos outside as a shield, the shaman starts to whisper in an ancient tongue, one that seems to resonate with the very land itself. The horses, once placid, now respond with growing agitation. Their eyes ignite with an otherworldly fire. Without warning, they gallop forward. The cage rattles violently as they surge ahead, taking the winding paths of Rovania with reckless abandon. Their mad dash soon meets tragedy, as a treacherously narrow turn appears. The cage, with its occupants, plummets from the cliff's edge, crashing into the abyssal embrace of the ocean below. Yet, by some dark twist of fate, the cage floats amidst the churning waves. As you and the shaman cling to life, the moonlit silhouette of Rovania's cliffs casts an eerie, haunting shadow over the turbulent seas that now beckon your fate. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Welcome to Rovania! This is just a description of the country that the campaign takes place in as well as our character creation prompt. We will be playing a weekly long term Friday night game from 9pm - 1am EST . New players are welcome as long as they have a good energy and are willing to learn as well as participate in roleplay. We play using Roll20, DND Beyond, and Discord. The group is mostly in our late 20s - early 30s and have varying degrees of experience. We are looking for team players that want to help create a great narrative and have a ton of fun! You can reply to this post and also add me on Discord: didit4tehlawlz