The immortal dwarfs of Damor

A desolated blight on the face of the plains, and home to the Silvered Fang Tribe.

'Would you prefer I run my sword through your spine and leave you laying here for the wolves to gnaw upon or to just burn you alive with my magic? I would prefer to collect what I am after without the use of violence, but make no mistake I will kill you to remove this trinket from the hands of humanity.'

~Halimath the Wanderer~

The dead rise up each night to honor the contract that gives them independence as they defend the shores of Oldport and the rest of Copslin Vale.

The ruined city of Oldport, destroyed nearly 200 years ago during a violent raid from the sea. During the day, a desolated skeleton of what once a thriving port city. During the night, magical splendor causes the city to regain its former glory and the dead rise to continue their lives.

Ancient stone guardians of a fallen empire that have watched the world form, fall, and reform over the millenniums.