The realm is a cold, dangerous place where humans, elves, and dwarves eye each other while monstrous hosts gather in the frozen north. Power here is built from coin, fear, favors, and blood, and reputation is the only crown that matters.
No win condition. Play until death. Build your reputation as high as possible.
Reputation changes from completed activities: jobs, heists, deals, territory captures.
Top players on daily and season leaderboards win credits from prize pools.
A vampire of noble blood with an angelic, feminine beauty: flowing platinum hair, ruby red eyes, and porcelain skin. Once a dread knight who rode his shadow dragon Obsidian and destroyed countless lives for his family's dynasty, he was exiled after the dynasty learned of his love for a human woman named Elise. They killed her and cast him out. All he has left is Obsidian, a thirst for blood, and a cold dead heart.
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Bonded Shadow Dragon
Blood Broker of the Ash Market
Elven Watcher of Gladeveil
Mine-Baron of Deepdelve
Mercenary Captain of Emberfall Keep
Gravekeeper of Bone Lake
Inquisitor of the Red Chapel
Courtier of the Voss Dynasty
Goblin Warband Chief
Necromancer of the Frostmarch
A cracked stone tower on a windswept moor, its upper floors open to the sky. Kane's exile refuge, where Obsidian roosts and the dead are quiet.
A grim port city of black docks and tall counting-houses. Coin, secrets, and blood change hands here, and no one asks too many questions.
A sprawling night market built in a burned-out district. Smugglers, brokers, and quiet killers trade under lantern light.
A human temple of harsh faith, its walls hung with iron chains and sun symbols. Zealot priests preach against monsters and unbelievers.
An elven city grown into the trunks of ancient trees, lit by pale lanterns. The elves keep to themselves and watch the roads carefully.
A dwarf mining hold carved into a mountain, rich with iron and old grudges. Goblin raiders from the south press at its lower gates.
A frozen waste at the far north edge of the map. Something gathers there in the white silence, and scouts do not come back.
A hot southern jungle of tangled vines and hidden camps. Goblin warbands gather here before raiding north into dwarf lands.
A still black lake ringed with old battle graves. The water is cold and the dead beneath it are not always quiet.
A half-ruined fortress on a trade road, held by a mercenary company that sells its swords to whoever pays first.
