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Deadhaus Sonata press kit
Jelrass
As Thacean forces were driven ever north, the town of Jelrass found itself cut off from the legions and enclosed by the dead. Now its citizens huddle together in their homes, clinging to holy symbols and praying for death to pass them by, or if they must die that they might at least stay that way.
Lord Zorin
For 300 years before the rise of Deadhaus, Lord Zorin stalked the shadows of Malorum, making war with the Ustillian Empire and feasting on the blood of the living. His favorite prey were the templar, as he relished the way their screams echoed from within their armor. Choir boys, he called them, for how well they sung when he sank his claws into them.
Demon Forces
Many are the planes of the multiverse, though few are the doorways between them. Influencing one realm from another requires tremendous power, and traveling across them an order of magnitude more. Yet on rare occasions, the veil of reality wears thin, and interlopers may pass between the planes with ease. When such events occur, it is never long before a demon forces its way through the breach.
N’Gaztak
Templars wear silver armor, not only to repel the dead, but to prevent themselves from being reanimated. Should they fall in battle, this armor would reduce their corpses to ash if they tried to rise again. And so N’Gaztak woke from death into smoke and white-hot fire, thrashing against his own cuirass as it seared into his flesh.
Os Kurrox
The Ruins of Os Kurrox conceal an eldritch artifact, an obelisk marked in cryptic symbols. Those that built the structures above hoped to control the artifact, but never learned the secrets of its power. Now their names are forgotten and their towers stand crumbling into dust. But the relic remains below, eons old, unscathed by time’s ablations.
The Red Lady
The Red Lady is revered among vampires as the first of their kind, the wellspring of their dark bloodline. Those of the noblesse are beholden to her, vowing that her shrine should never run dry of blood offerings. Through this ritual, they ensure their standing, but if they should fail to uphold their end of the bargain, the offerings will be taken from their own veins.