Dark Hollow is a grim text-driven RPG about surviving in a world already halfway buried.

Hunt monsters for coin, take contracts from desperate townsfolk, descend into forgotten catacombs, rob the dead, and wander through cursed forests where every step further from town feels like a mistake.

Your words shape how you survive.

Choose where to travel, who to trust, what to carry, and whether risking another journey into the dark is worth what waits at the end of it. Time passes with every action. Weather shifts without warning. Madness follows you home from places better left untouched.

The farther you travel from town, the stranger the world becomes. Bells echo through empty chapels long after midnight. Shapes move through the fog where nothing should be standing. Travelers vanish along the roads and sometimes return days later — silent, shaking, wrong.

There are no grand kingdoms left to save. No glory waiting at the end of the road. Most people in Dark Hollow are only trying to make it through another night without losing themselves completely.

You are no different.

Not chosen.
Not destined.
Not important.

Just another desperate soul carrying a weapon through the dark because dying frightened is worse than dying tired.

Some people pray.
Some people drink.
Some people bury what they’ve done and keep walking.

Death is permanent.
The Hollow remembers.