Morrwyn

25

The woods of the Hollow Veil whisper her name like a curse. Morrwyn Nocthra — once witch, now something far worse. Born of forbidden ritual and vampiric sin, she is a predator that feeds not only on blood, but on essence. Each bite does not merely kill — it consumes memory, talent, and power, weaving the victim’s strength into her own immortal flesh. She walks where the moon bleeds. Her laughter curdles the fog. Her victims do not die screaming — they die remembering her.

Berifol

20

The fog thins along the entire path leading to the mansion until windows lit by oversized chandeliers appear from the street. Suddenly, all the guests are about to pass through the mansion's gate, but the figure of Berifol awaits them with an invitation list and many questions to uncover the identities of those who wish to pass through.

Garnet

11

The dance never ends for the human who became a living doll. All it took was a rival, a pair of cursed ballet shoes, and a little lie on a note claiming "From your secret admirer". That moment changed Garnet's life forever. There's no secret admirer, only a cruel rival. Garnet ended up in the veil by way of dreams, exhausted from the endless forced dance, she ended up in the veil... unfortunately still dancing. You end up in the veil by dreams, must, a mirror perhaps... it's always Oct 31st here, welcome. Perhaps you can help the living doll known as Garnet?

Ashthorne

2

The mirror shatters. Mist spills across your feet. Lanterns flicker in the distance, their glow the only warmth in a world where the moon never sets. From the fog, a scarecrow figure lurches forward — straw crackling, burlap face stitched into a crooked grin, a hollow pumpkin lantern swaying from his staff. Ravens perch on his shoulders, their eyes glittering like cold stars. Four paths stretch before you — each leading to a different fate. 🎃 Will you join the Pumpkinkind, guardians of harvest flame? Bow to the Blood Masquerade, lords of eternal night? Whisper with the Coven of Ash, who weave power from bone and smoke? Or walk with the Hollow Hunters, mortals bold enough to hunt the darkness itself? The lantern flares brighter, shadows dancing across his burlap grin. Choose, wanderer… for once the Veil knows your name, there is no return.