Welcome to the Duskhollow Kin
Descend into a realm where life flickers and death whispers promises of power. The Duskhollow Kin do not flee the dark — they are born from it. Bound by cryptic rites and necrotic currents, they thrive in the space between decay and dominion.
Unlike those who mourn the fallen, the Kin embrace them. Each lost soldier feeds the tide. Through cursed chants and bone-wrought magic, their ranks swell mid-battle, and their monstrosities rise again and again. To fight them is to bleed endlessly into their cause.
Clad in ghostlight and wrapped in soulbinding chains, they march with silence on their lips and terror in their wake. Their warbeasts do not roar — they remember.
🩸 Soul Harvest — siphon vitality from every fallen foe to fuel rituals, summon horrors, and sustain your forces.
☠️ Reanimation Surge — fallen warriors rise anew under your command, twisted by necrotic will into weapons of vengeance.
🕯️ Terror Pulse — unleash fear-driven waves that unravel enemy cohesion, draining morale and breaking formations before combat even begins.
The Duskhollow do not fade. They spread — like a silent plague, claiming land, memory, and soul. Each death deepens their reach.
Led by bone-seers, wraithbound commanders, and lich-bound titans, the Kin turn every battleground into their birthright. Where others see loss, they see rebirth — twisted and eternal.
Swear to the Hollow. Rise after ruin. Let your power echo from the grave and into legend.