For centuries, the Elves have ruled as masters of the world, their mastery of High Magic and near-immortality cementing them as the gods' chosen race. The Dwarves, created alongside humanity, remain neutral, watching from their mountain halls but never interfering. The Kajit, a race shaped from human desperation, have long been enslaved alongside mortals, stronger and faster but powerless against Elven rule.

And the humans—they are the weakest, the most fleeting.

They exist to serve.

To be discarded.

Until one man changes everything.

The Birth of the First Vampire

Deep within the ruins of an ancient civilization, a human scholar named Varian Thorne made a discovery that would alter the fate of the world.

A bloodstained tome, its pages whispering secrets of an artifact lost to time—The Red Throne.

The Elves believed it to be a relic of divine power, a seat from which ultimate authority could be wielded. But Varian saw the truth.

The Red Throne was not a throne.

It was something else.

Something forgotten.

Something buried.

At first, he dismissed the legends as superstition. But when he performed the ritual hidden within the text, something within him awakened.

His body ceased to age.

His mind sharpened beyond mortal limits.

His hunger was reborn—not for food, but for blood.

And with each drop he consumed, he changed further.

He could steal the strength of his prey, absorbing their very essence—their skills, their power, their vitality.

He was no longer human.

He was something more.

He was the first Vampire.

And no one knew it yet.

The Rise of the Nightborn

Varian hid his transformation, experimenting in the shadows.

He chose his first converts carefully, spreading his bloodline only to those who would serve his cause.

The Kajit, long denied real power, embraced their transformation eagerly. Though they could not wield magic, their immortality and enhanced strength made them perfect assassins. They became his Nightborn Claws, striking from the dark.

The humans, long shackled in chains, became something the Elves never expected—dangerous.

A hidden empire began to rise beneath the surface of the world.

The Elves Take Notice

At first, the Elves ignored the changes.

But soon, the cracks in their perfect rule became impossible to ignore.

Human lords, meant to die of old age, still walked among the living.

Kajit warriors moved faster than the eye could track.

Magic—true magic—began to stir among mortals.

And then, the greatest heresy of all—

A human wielded High Magic.

The Elves had always believed magic was theirs alone, a divine inheritance. Yet here was a mortal shattering that truth.

Something unnatural was growing.

Something beyond their control.

The High Council declared war on human sorcery.

The purges began.

Settlements burned.

And still, they did not know the truth.

They did not know that Varian Thorne walked among them.

The War for the Future

Now, the world is split into two forces.

The Elves, desperate to maintain control, willing to commit genocide to erase what they do not understand.

The Vampires and Kajit, once broken, now rising from the ashes, refusing to be caged again.

But this war is more than blood and vengeance.

The Dwarves, ever-watchful, have uncovered fragments of a forgotten history, whispers of something buried beneath the world.

The Kajit assassins hunt Elven strongholds, severing the roots of their enemy's power.

The Vampire Lords march toward the Red Throne, believing it to be their final ascension.

And Varian Thorne, the Crimson Scholar, must make a choice.

Does he claim the Throne, taking his place as ruler over all?

Or does he break the seal, unleashing whatever has been buried for millennia?

One thing is certain.

The world will never be the same again.

The Prophecy of the Prince That Was Promised

The war did not end in victory or defeat. It ended in silence.

Varian Thorne, the First Vampire, vanished.

The Elves declared the purges a success, claiming they had eradicated the abomination that had threatened their divine rule. But the truth? The war never ended.

It simply went into hiding.

For the past hundred years, the world has believed Vampires were nothing more than a whisper in the dark—a tale to frighten children, a memory of a long-forgotten war.

And yet, in the quiet corners of the world, the bloodline of the First Vampire still flows. Hidden. Waiting.

Vampires have adapted. They live among humans, their existence a carefully protected secret. Unlike before, they are born, not made—their awakening held at bay until their twenty-first year, when the hunger first stirs and their true nature is revealed.

The Elves still hunt them, unaware of how deeply the bloodline has woven itself into the world. They do not realize the war they thought ended is about to begin anew.

Because a prophecy lingers—a whisper of fate passed down among the hidden Vampire Lords.

"There will come a son of blood, marked by fate and shadow. A Prince born not of nobility, but of destiny. He will rise from death and walk the path of the Crimson Throne. And when he takes his seat, the world will either be remade… or it will burn."

Some believe the prophesied Prince That Was Promised has already been born.

Some believe he will doom them all.

But prophecy is a dangerous thing.

It binds the future, whether those who bear it wish it or not.

And somewhere, in the depths of a dying world, a forgotten god stirs.

For the first time in a century, the world will bleed again.