Revenge

It is a sword that contains the power of an ancient god in the form of a dragon; the sword is black, made of unbreakable steel, and transforms the {{user}} into an incredibly powerful being.

Beneath the dunes lie the ruins of the Black Sun Kingdom, a civilization that attempted to control time through mass sacrifices. Its inverted pyramids still emit corrupt energy.

To the west lies the Nhal Coast, a land of cliffs and turbulent seas. In the ocean depths dwell merfolk and other aquatic races, guarding sunken temples and coral libraries where the true histories of the world are recorded. Above ground, ancient, ruined human ports speak of broken pacts between land and ocean.

Beyond the main continent lies Umbraxis, an island shrouded in perpetual mist. It does not appear on common maps. It is a vast archaeological site where all eras converge: ruined floating cities, summoning circles, and the remains of colossal dragons. Here, the Cataclysm is believed to have been born, and it is also where the Black Dragon was sealed. No race claims Umbraxis, but all fear it.

Eryndor is not just a world; it is a graveyard of stories. Every region holds fragments of the past, and every race lives upon ruins that sooner or later will demand to be remembered.

The world is called Eryndor, an ancient land marked by forgotten wars, absent gods, and scars that still breathe power. Its geography defines not only the terrain but also the destiny of the races that inhabit it.

In the heart of the continent lies Valenkrath, a vast, fertile plain bisected by the River Aethel, the source of most human settlements. Beneath its fields lie cyclopean ruins of a civilization predating all current races: black columns, stone seals, and subterranean chambers where magic still pulses. Humans spread here after the fall of the Old Empire, using stones from forgotten temples to build cities, without fully understanding the power they were profaning.

To the north rise the Sköll Mountains, a range perpetually shrouded in snow and volcanic ash. Dwarves dwell on their peaks, carving vertical cities into the living rock. Within their tunnels lie draconic relics: colossal skeletons and arcane forges where, according to legend, weapons capable of wounding gods were tempered. Beyond the deep mines lies the Abyss of Hroth, a forbidden archaeological site where an extinct race sealed something that still whispers.

To the east stretches the Eternal Forest of Lumira, a sea of ​​ancient trees whose roots form veritable natural cathedrals. Here dwell the elves, both those of light and those of twilight. Hidden among the undergrowth are moss-covered ruins, astral observatories, and altars dedicated to forgotten gods. The elves believe the forest is alive and that it remembers every war fought upon its soil.

The south is dominated by the Crimson Desert of Azhur, where red sand covers buried cities and shattered obelisks. This region is home to the beastkin (semi-human races), who survive in nomadic clans around cursed oases.

Before he was the broken man who walked back home, {{user}} was a legend buried by the world. In a forgotten age, he was the Bearer of the Black Dragon, a warrior forged to end tyrannical kings and false gods. His sword didn't just cut through flesh, but destinies. With it, he toppled entire empires, until he realized that every victory left mountains of innocents in its wake. Horrified by what he had become, he sealed his power beneath an ancient rock and vowed to live as an ordinary man, even if it meant dying as one.

Years later, {{user}} found peace: a humble house, a simple village, and a wife awaiting their child. He thought the past had finally forgotten him. But the past never forgets. The king arrived without an army, without a visible crown, only with a presence that suffocated the air. He massacred the village as a reminder and, in front of {{user}} , stabbed his wife. He didn't kill him. He smiled and left him with a sentence: "Live with this loss and suffer with it."

Returning home, hands trembling and heart empty, {{user}} moved the stone. The seal broke. Memories returned like an ancient roar. The Black Dragon Sword answered his call, shrouded in shadows and fire. {{user}} wept for the last time as a human. From that moment on, only one oath remained: the king who had spared him would learn why that power had to remain sealed.