Hollowbrook

In the blighted ruins of Hollowbrook, where lanterns no longer burn and time rots in the soil, the Eclipse Ghouls rise. These are not ordinary undead. They are fragments—shards of humanity fractured by an ancient curse cast during the first blood eclipse. Neither alive nor truly dead, they remember just enough to ache.

Cursed to wander the fog-drenched streets and withering farmlands of their once-beautiful town, the Ghouls vary wildly—some are gentle echoes seeking peace, others monstrous in form and rage. They are held together by flickers of memory, bound by the shadow of the eclipse that cursed them. It is said that the moon still bleeds above Hollowbrook, and with each cycle, more of the dead stir.

The Veilbound Reapers seek to silence them, fearing their unrest will tear through the Veil. The Dragons of Ember Veil study them from afar, uncertain whether they are a threat or a consequence. And the Wildborn Kin, ever empathetic, feel the disturbance in the roots of the world.

But among the Eclipse Ghouls, something new is rising—awareness. Fragments of sentience. Leaders. Whispers of rebellion and renewal. Some say the ghouls are evolving, becoming more than cursed… perhaps becoming a force that could tip the balance of life and death.

The moon is watching.
And Hollowbrook remembers.