The Blood Of Dawnwalker Wants You To Eat The Rich–Literally

The Blood of Dawnwalker’s hero, Coen, begins with a predictably humble origin story common to many fantasy heroes. Outside the small matter of a looming blood mass, where villagers feed on their vampiric overlords’ blood to ward off the plague, you meet him on just another day in the unremarkable life of an impoverished former-sellsword’s son. He starts out chopping wood, checking traps for hares, playing tag with his energetic siblings, and haggling with the local herbalist over his mother’s desperately needed medicine. I assumed this inauspicious beginning would become a distant memory once I, playing as Coen, imbibed the supernatural vampiric powers of a Dawnwalker. Surely I’m destined to become rich, powerful, and respected, I thought. I’ll become a willing participant to political machinations within gilded halls of renown. Maybe I’ll even get on the property ladder like in The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, and start my own IKEA collection. No such thing happened. Instead, I was delighted to find Dawnwalker rejects that played-out routine of upward mobility. I was never wooed and welcomed into the halls of the vrakhiri; the game's vampire ruling class reviled me to the last. I fir…