The Principalities of Morgau burst at the seams with miserable specimens of humanity, or deluded wretches who seek undeath to elevate their station. Your lot is greater, thanks to your noble blood—you were born to one of the vampire houses, the spawn of a vampire lord and a mortal mother. Unlike dhampir who desperately eke out a living from a world that rejects them, you were raised with opportunity and privilege.
- Tool Proficiencies: Tool Proficiencies-
- Languages: Languages
You give off a mien of lordship that undead, and those who venerate them, can’t ignore. Within the Principalities you are treated according to your high station; your presence is rarely challenged, and you can demand lodging and hospitality for yourself and your companions (equivalent to a common lifestyle for yourself, and a poor lifestyle for non-dhampir companions). Outside Morgau, undead creatures are disposed to hear your words instead of leaping directly to battle. Mindless or simple undead such as skeletons and zombies don’t recognize you for what you are, but more intelligent undead may be willing to treat instead of fight, if you approach them correctly.
Comments