Silberkopf
The palace stands as a stark contrast to the more idyllic surroundings of Silbervas, its imposing structure casting a long shadow over the town. While its exterior may exude opulence and grandeur, within its halls lie the twisted desires of Viktor Darkov, a man known for his sadistic tendencies and insatiable appetite for cruelty.
The screams that pierce the night air are at their worst around dinner time, a macabre ritual signaling the arrival of new victims who are to be subjected to Drakov's depraved entertainment. Whether it be impalement or some other grotesque form of torture, the echoes of agony serve as a haunting reminder of the power wielded by Falkovnia's rulers and the depths of their cruelty.
Despite the horror that unfolds within Silberkopf, the people of Silbervas have learned to turn a deaf ear to the suffering that surrounds them. Survival in Falkovnia demands a certain level of apathy, a willingness to ignore the atrocities committed in the name of power and control.
Yet, beneath the facade of indifference lies a simmering undercurrent of resentment and fear, as the townsfolk grapple with the moral quandary of living in proximity to such unspeakable evil. In Silbervas, the beauty of the town's surroundings is juxtaposed with the darkness that lurks just beyond its borders, a constant reminder of the fragile balance between light and shadow in the domain of Falkovnia.
"Every evening, the screams grow louder, defying all reason. It's as though the Mist devours every sound except the cries of anguish, eager to propagate its despair. In a realm besieged by the undead, it's not the dead that haunt me most, but the living and their capacity for terror." - Dementlieuvian merchant during his first night in Silbervas
