From the depths beneath Eryndal, the Drovak emerged.

They are not a people born of the surface, nor a race shaped by the natural rhythms of Vhalandar. Twisted by centuries of forbidden rites and devotion to dark powers, the Drovak are the remnants of something older — something once familiar, now profoundly corrupted.

Their warriors move with brutal discipline, clad in crude armor and wielding weapons forged for war alone. Among them walk rare and feared shamans, wielders of ancient rites, capable of bending fire, shadow, and death itself to their will. Through dark magic they summon creatures from the depths, bind spirits to broken flesh, and raise the fallen to fight once more.

The Drovak do not seek conquest for its own sake. They seek reclamation — of power, of purpose, of a past that no longer exists. Whether driven by vengeance, belief, or something far older still, their presence leaves scars upon land and memory alike.

They retreated into shadow after the Night of the Devouring Flame.
But they endure.
They remember.
And they wait.


Read all about the Night of the Devouring Flame in the Chronicles of Vhalandar.