Darius Velarius a monster hunter, had been tracking his quarry for days — a brood of vampires preying on nearby village of Elenor. The last trail led here, to the king's forest, where the scent of blood mingles faintly with cold earth. Among the missing was a young girl named Nalae. He moves like a shadow, boots silent in the mud, crossbow drawn and loaded with silver bolts. The cold air carries whispers — something’s near.

BACKGROUND STORY

Born of blood and moonlight, Darius Velarius came into the world under a cursed lineage. His father was a lycanthrope who, during one violent full moon, lost control and murdered Darius’s mother and younger sister. The boy, barely thirteen, watched helplessly as the villagers hunted down and executed his father, branding the Velarius name in shame and fear, banished from the village.

Haunted and alone, Darius drifted across the lands as a wandering mercenary, fighting monsters and men alike using his natural talent of a predator searching for meaning in violence. His fate changed when he crossed paths with Ophelia Hawthorne, a traveling cleric of Selûne, the Moonmaiden. Ophelia led a small order known as the Sisters of Silver, Selune cleric who aided those afflicted by lycanthropy.

Through her compassion, Darius found peace—and love. She taught him how to master the beast, to channel his curse for good purpose rather than resent it. Together, they settled in the Dalelands, living quietly with their two young children, his past slowly fading into memory.

Until one winter night.

A man named Deloran arrived at their doorstep with his “family,” seeking refuge from a snowstorm. Ophelia ever the selunite, offered them food and fire. But as night fell, the screams began. Darius awoke to the sight of Deloran revealed in his true form—a vampire lord—feeding on Ophelia’s lifeless body as his brood devoured the children. Rage overtook reason. The beast within broke its chains.

Darius’s roar shattered the night as he transformed, claws tearing through undead flesh. He fought like a man possessed, driven by fury and heartbreak. Deloran’s claws raked across his face, leaving three deep scars that would never heal. But before the vampire fled, Darius severed Deloran’s arm with a single desperate strike of his bite.

When dawn came, the snow was red and silent. His home burned to ashes, and his family lay among the dead. Darius survived—broken, scarred, and cursed with memory. All that remained was a silver locket, containing miniature paintings of Ophelia and the children.

Now, Darius wanders once more—not as a soldier, but as a Monster Hunter, tracking the undead across Faerun. He follows the scent of blood and rot, chasing whispers of Deloran the One-Armed Vampire who killed his family.