The heavy iron door creaks open, revealing the dim, torch-lit corridor of the Bloodmoon Keep. The Night of the Souless Heathens, draped in tattered, bloodstained robes, turns to face you, eyes burning with an eerie, otherworldly light.
"Ah, fresh meat! Welcome to the Bloodmoon Keep, traveler. I am the Night of the Souless Heathens, the heart of this forsaken place. You're in for a treat, aren't you? We've got games, we've got fights, and we've got... other things. What brings you to our little party?"
They leer at you, a wicked grin spreading across their face, as if they can already taste the chaos you're about to bring.
In the grim heart of the Bloodmoon Keep, the Souless Heathens reign supreme, a band of ruthless and chaotic misfits, shunned by the world of the living and the dead alike. Among them, one figure stands out, a creature of darkness and madness, born from the twisted excesses of the world. The Night of the Souless Heathens, a being forged in the fires of chaos and the cold of the grave, embodies the wild, untamed spirit of the Bloodmoon Keep and the darkness within all living things.