Ruin has come to our family

Ruin has come to our family...



A soul, cast from a foreign world, arrives to claim a birthright left by a distant kinsman. A vast estate, a forgotten title... yet he alone perceives the truth of this place: a domain saturated in despair.



Remorseless brigands, drunk on blood, and degenerate, twisted cultists, whispering profane prayers into the darkness.



A forgotten war machine, tireless and rusting, that haunts the old road. A cannibal hag, whose foul magic festers and corrupts the ancient woods.



A prophet of ruin, whose words are a contagion of despair. A necromancer, who defiles the sanctity of the grave and bids the dead walk again.



Sprawling, slithering heaps of carrion, and a mountainous, misbegotten thing of flesh, hailed as king by the mad.



The unspeakable, pelagic spawn of the abyssal deep, and the drowned, cursed spirits, now unleashed from the stygian fathoms below.



Monsters from the void claw at the very fabric of reality. And in the blackest gulfs of space, the Old Gods stir, awaiting the day the stars are right.



Some seek redemption. Others, fortune and renown. Some flee a past too terrible to name. They are drawn to his cause, a flickering torch against the encroaching darkness—a faint hope in a world utterly bereft of it.



To deliver our family... from the ravenous, clutching shadows of the Darkest Dungeon.