The Kin

To choose one's own family, to find a place to belong, there is no more precious gift.

The Elder Kin

The Family Elders, the journey to adulthood in the rodentine warrens filling them with strange wisdom.

The Enthralling Song

A whisper in the darkness, heralded by the rustling of a thousand clawed feet and outworldly tune.

Kin of the Rat - Faction Pack

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Gutterborn, deprived, forgotten, a plague of iniquity grips the heart of the Azerai Empire. From those society has left behind, the Kin of Rat has formed.

Contains 1 PDF Booklet, featuring 5e Statblocks for the Kin of the Rat. Gutterborn, deprived, forgotten, a plague of iniquity grips the heart of the Azerai Empire. From those society has left behind, the Kin of Rat has formed. A clan of outcasts, orphans and beggars, who have found welcome amongst a new family in dank sewers and undercities below the foul slums.

Life in the Azerai Empire is one of ceaseless hardship, particularly in the shadow of its great cities. The poor, the hungry, the homeless, and the forsaken occupy every corner, their suffering a discordant note against the Azerai Empire’s grandeur. Here, hunger claws at the soul, shelter is a fleeting luxury, and poverty is a lifelong curse. Orphans, lost children, are the Empire’s most invisible citizens, their names forgotten before they can even take root in this cruel world. They wander the streets like ghosts, taken in by the dark corners of society or devoured by its unseen terrors.

Yet, in the deepest reaches of despair, strange bargains are struck. Dark entities, from beyond the mortal veil, wait in silence for the desperate to approach. They offer promises of power, protection, or purpose to those with nothing left to lose, ripe pickings indeed in such places as these.

The greatest cities of the Azerai Empire stand atop, and often within, the ruined remnants of the Old Empire that once spanned Doaden. The architectural marvels of that lost age have left their mark, sprawling subterranean systems, including sewers, complexes, and inscrutable chambers, twisting deep beneath the urban surface. These forgotten passages are labyrinthine, their true depths and purposes lost to time.

In the immediate aftermath of the Cataclysm, the few survivors sought refuge within these ancient burrows, scavenging what little they could to survive. The horrors and deprivation of those desperate days have faded from the written record, but the dark recesses below hold an indelible memory of terror, staining the soiled walls and forgotten corners of this subterranean kingdom.

Today, these tunnels are eschewed by most ‘decent’ folk, yet they have become a refuge for those seeking sanctuary from the ever-watchful eyes of the Azerai Church, and more terrible things besides…