House Valkorian, once a profitable Merchant House that operated throughout Dalewynnd and Veldwar for the better part of three centuries, had humble origins. Originally they were a simple family of sailors that carted goods in their wide, flat bottom boats across the Lake of Tears.
Generations passed, and their wealth grew as they transported cargo throughout the realm, allowing them to establish manors in a number of large cities throughout Dalewynnd. As their prosperity increased, so did their opulence, and tales of debauchery behind the walls of their estates have stained many a page.
It is said that in later generations their tastes began taking a darker twist, as mere pleasures of the flesh were no longer enough to sate them. Perhaps that is why historians speak of their consorting with foul things from Baahltizar, and their caravans operating as a cover for a league of necromancers.
At the height of their depravity, it is said that a curse was laid upon all their line, and an entire generation was born twisted of mind or body. Perhaps it was payment to a dark power for centuries of fortune, or perhaps it was a reflection of the blighted lineage. Brethren accused one another, and within a few short years the House fell to internal conflict. Caravan routes that had depended upon their oversight for decades were disrupted, as each member of the House grew overly paranoid and attempted to seclude themselves behind heavy doors and stone walls.
Old age and disease claimed those that had not ended their own existence, while the disappearance of the twisted children of the last generation has been a matter of debate for some time. Some claim they joined the dark sorcerers of the Black Mountains, while others claim a tie to the sightings of abominations in the sewers of Caerwynn. Regardless of the truth of the matter, all that remains of this once great house is little more than a cautionary tale.