Horror
In Castlevania, horror is not only in the monsters you face—but the truth they reflect. Every corner holds despair and beauty, pain and power. It is a world where the brave may find glory, the desperate may find damnation, and all must walk the line between hunter and hunted. Enter if you dare. And remember: evil never dies—it only sleeps. 🦇 “No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.” ~Bram Stoker
Author's Note: Very early work in progress. (Demo Version 0.03)
A world based on the lore of Dracula and Castlevania. It is a gothic horror setting based in a fictional Eastern Europe that is steeped in dark magic and supernatural creatures. I'm mainly focused on the region in and around Romania right now. But I decided to include a map of europe so if players want their campaign to extend to places like London or Paris they can. I have lots of ideas and I can't wait to see how this world developes and evolves.
**Please take note that featured characters have their own specific starting locations**
So please join me as we embrace this world of darkness and brave the unknown, but remember...
“We learn from failure, not from success!” ~ Bram Stoker, Dracula
| Played | 25 times |
| Cloned | 1 times |
| Created | 15 days ago |
| Last Updated | Yesterday |
| Visibility | Public |
The Hall of Ancestors
Point of Interest
Details
| Coordinates | (117, -3306) |
Description
A descending stone staircase from a ruined estate leads to a hall filled with wooden scaffolding, ropes, and ladders. The hall houses statues and tapestries honoring past Belmonts, each a monster slayer, martyr, or pariah, whose eyes seem to follow intruders. Their names are spoken with reverence or vengeance.
Appearance
The hall is dimly lit by flickering torches, casting shadows on the weathered stone walls. Statues of various sizes stand solemnly, their eyes carved with unsettling detail. Tapestries hang between the statues, depicting scenes of battles and sacrifices. The wooden scaffolding creaks underfoot, and the air is thick with the scent of aged wood and stone.