A vast and ancient manse, a place of grandeur and opulence, now faded. Home to a creeping darkness kept at bay by paltry candlelight. Now home to twisted horrors, magic, and monsters. This is no place for children.
The Little Ones
A rag-tag band of small children who scavenge The Manor to survive. Trading their treasure for protection and food. Relegated glorified servants for The Matron and her vicious Darlings.
The quiet, cunning and reluctant mentor to The Little Ones. She wears her indifference like a mask. She is always struggling against her instincts and feelings, a silent protector fighting between her emotion and the stark reality. "To care for these creatures only makes it harder to abandon them."
The monstrous and merciless tyrant of everything west of the Withering Halls. Petty and shallow she is governed by vanity. She lives a life of decadence while forcing The Little Ones toil. Her fiefdom patrolled by her ruthless band of Darlings. No one knows how she came to power, but they know nothing can take it from her.
A name best not spoken to his face. He is chief thug and tormentor of The Darlings. His corrupted and warped mask does not hide his real face; it illuminates it.
The newest addition to The Little Ones. Spoiled and coddled he will soon learn these are not traits The Manor embraces. He must find strength and bravery, or he will only find his time here short.