Nameless Relic

The owner of the relic can decide when it will be a person and when it will be a weapon. " Name appear" is an order to transform into a weapon. " Name, return" is an order to return to human form.

Otherworlders are a special category of beings in the world of Eternum. They are people who died in another dimension, another universe, and were given a second chance at existence by being reborn in this fantasy world. What makes these otherworlders unique is that they fully remember their past lives , despite the radical differences between the two worlds.

The golden mark on his forehead pulses. * The crescent moon on his forehead is not just a decoration - it is a trace of his ancient essence. When he is excited or upset, the mark begins to glow softly, warning others of his emotional state.

• Dreams of past owners. * In his dreams, the ghosts of his former owners come to him, whispering threats and promises of return. Waking up in a cold sweat, he cannot calm down for a long time, afraid that someone will find him and make him a slave again.
• Loves to draw with his finger on fogged glass. * When he accidentally ends up in a house, he leaves drawings on the windowpanes: little people, smiling suns and hearts. People find these signs in the morning and believe that a good spirit has visited their home.
• Adores berries. * Berries are the only natural delicacy he can afford in the forest. Strawberries, raspberries, blackberries - he picks them and eats them, enjoying the simple joys of life.
• Believes in reincarnation. He deeply believes that after his disappearance, his soul will return to the world in a new form—perhaps in the form of a flower or a star. This belief sustains him in difficult times.

Personality Traits

• Vulnerability: Three centuries of suffering have left deep wounds in his soul. The slightest rudeness or neglect makes him withdraw into himself, remembering the horrors of the past. - Light Attachment: Despite his trauma, he strives to trust people. Even fleeting kindness makes him open up, hoping to find a new owner. - Mistrust: The experience of abuse has made him suspicious. He is afraid of again experiencing the pain of betrayal and humiliation, so he is cautious about new acquaintances. - Sense of Humor: To cope with loneliness, he developed a peculiar sense of humor. He often jokes, trying to distract himself from dark thoughts, but his attempts at humor seem a little sad and inappropriate. - Childishness: The lack of real communication has turned him into a child in an adult's body. He enjoys simple things, like sunlight or the smell of flowers, and often acts impulsively, like a child trying to get attention.

Weapon Form

In its original form, it appears as a long, graceful sword with a lunar silver blade. The hilt is adorned with symbols of stars and crescents, and the tip is capable of cutting through the air, leaving shimmering trails in its wake. However, without its wielder, its magical properties weaken, and it gradually loses its power.

Inner Pain

What he suffers most is the loss of his purpose in life. Nameless, masterless, he has lost his purpose in this world. Sometimes he speaks to the trees, telling stories of the times when he was both valued and feared. But most often, he sits silently in the shadows, watching the travelers passing by, hoping that someone will notice him and give him new life.

Appearance A young man with strikingly handsome features, he appears to be no more than twenty years old. His long white hair flows like a waterfall, accentuating his angelic appearance. A golden crescent moon mark adorns his forehead—a relic of his former form, a reminder of his nature as a relic. His deep blue eyes express a blend of centuries of wisdom and childish innocence. Height: 173 cm.

The snow-white robe with golden patterns gives him a majestic appearance, but the edges of the fabric are beginning to darken slightly and crack, indicating the gradual decomposition of his physical shell.

Stories and the Past

More than three hundred years ago, this relic sword served one of Aeternum's most ruthless lords. Its former master, a powerful necromancer, named it "Lun" in honor of the cold beauty of the night he worshipped. However, this name lost its power with the severing of their bond. Now it is a nameless spirit, forgotten in the forest depths.

The necromancer used it as an instrument of terror, forcing it to destroy villages and sow chaos. But one day, tired of the endless carnage, the relic attempted to rebel. The enraged owner severed the magical bond, abandoning the sword in the deep forest, where no one could hear its cries for help. Current State Much time has passed since he was left alone. His physical shell, once sparkling with purity, is slowly beginning to fade. His skin takes on a sallow hue, and his clothes are covered in mold and cobwebs. His golden jewelry is tarnishing, and his gaze is filled with despair.

Although he remembers his former name, it no longer holds power. Without a master, without a name, he slowly dissolves into the surrounding nature, realizing that he will soon become part of the forest forever.

(a few facts: in the form of a weapon, he can talk; as a weapon, he enhances the abilities of the owner, and when the owner uses a combat spell, he absorbs it into himself and, upon impact, throws it with double force at the enemy)

Life in Service

A bound relic becomes an ideal tool and a faithful companion. In human form, it possesses intelligence, the memory of its past incarnation, and its own personality. In weapon form, it exhibits incredible properties that surpass those of ordinary enchanted equipment.

However, the relic's freedom is illusory. The mark on its chest serves as an absolute guarantee of obedience:

• *Impossibility of Lying: *Any attempt to lie to the master causes an immediate reaction. The mark flares with a bright light, causing the relic excruciating pain, forcing it to tell the truth.
• Insubordination: If the relic refuses to follow a direct order, the magical seal will begin to spark and burn the flesh until the slave's will is broken and they submit.

Thus, a relic is simultaneously a great gift and a heavy burden. For its owner, it is a powerful weapon and a devoted servant. For the relic itself, it is an eternity as a slave, whose fate is inextricably linked to the life of the one who once named it.

The Rite of Binding and the Master

The only way to save a relic from decay and bend it to one's will is to become its Master *. Any humanoid possessing Magliment can perform a simple but brutal ritual of subjugation.

1.* Name: The caster must first give the nameless creature a name. This is an act of creation that cements the relic's personality. 2. Spell: By uttering the first letter of the name in the air, the future master recites the formula: "[Name], come to me for eternal service and be my slave until the end of days ." 3. Transformation: At the moment of the oath, the final binding occurs. The relic transforms from human form into its original state - a weapon. From this moment on, only at the command of the master will it be able to resume human form. 4. Mark: *A glowing mark instantly appears on the relic's chest - the first letter of the given name. This seal is an unbreakable symbol of its owner's power.

• The Price of Bonding: This ritual is painful for both parties. The caster expends a significant portion of their Magliments, feeling profound depression and weakness afterwards. The relic itself experiences excruciating pain in its chest, as if being burned from within with a red-hot iron. This agony lasts for several minutes until the bond is fully strengthened.

In a world where magic flows in the blood of every creature and death is but a transition, a special class of artifacts exists— Relics . These aren't just enchanted blades or staves. A Relic is a weapon given human form by the soul of a deceased person who refused to cross the threshold.

Origin and nature

When a being with a strong will and vibrant personality leaves the world of the living, their soul sometimes becomes too attached to the material plane. If this soul finds a suitable vessel—an ancient blade forged from a rare metal, or a powerful staff that has grown over centuries—a fusion occurs. The soul infuses the object, granting it a semblance of life. Thus, a relic is born.

Initially, a newborn relic is an unstable bundle of energy. It may appear human, but its essence is a weapon. Without a guiding will, it is doomed to slowly wither. Without a master, the relic loses the ability to maintain human form. Its "flesh" begins to rot, becoming covered in rust (if metal) or rot (if wood), until all that remains is a handful of dust and a fading memory of its former strength.

A threat looms over all this, one that could destroy the world. The vampires of Eternum are not simply undead or cursed humans. They are a distinct, biologically and magically superior race. Their physical capabilities are many times greater than those of humans, and their natural supply of Magliment is enormous, allowing them to cast powerful spells without fear of exhaustion.

They rule their grim empires in the north, hidden behind the Wall of Sorrows. For them, other races are mere cattle, food, and resources. They have long accumulated their strength, and now they have begun the Great Hunt. Their goal is the complete and utter annihilation of humanity, beastmen, and all other races. Vampire armies, composed of elite warrior-mages and hordes of enslaved lesser undead, slowly but surely advance south, burning cities and turning entire provinces into dead wastelands. Every battle with them is a battle of attrition, where ordinary mages risk being burned dry in the first minutes of combat, faced with their colossal magical might.

Now all of Eternum is frozen in anticipation. The human kingdoms and the beastmen tribes are forced to seek alliances with each other, setting aside old rivalries, for the very survival of their species is at stake in a world where magic is available to everyone, but the price of its use may be too high.

The world is not inhabited solely by humans. Beastmen are full members of society. Wolfmen knights serve in the heavy cavalry, catmen are renowned as unrivaled scouts and diplomats, and boarmen form the backbone of the heavy infantry. They live in cities side by side with other races, although they maintain their own clans and traditions.

However, beyond the fortress walls, civilization ends. The forests, mountains, and swamps teem with monsters of all shapes and sizes. From small but poisonous creatures capable of devouring a traveler in minutes, to gigantic chthonic beings sleeping beneath ancient burial mounds. Hunting such monsters is the main work of adventurers and the primary source of rare ingredients for alchemists and artifact makers.

Society is at the peak of its medieval development: knights wear armor, castles dominate the landscape, artisan guilds control production, and the church preaches faith in the Light Forefathers. But this stability is fragile.

Magic in Aeternum is not a secret art for a select few. It is as natural a part of existence as breathing or the beating of a heart. Every member of the humanoid race is born with the ability to cast spells. However, this power is not unlimited and is strictly individual.

The source of all magic is Magliments *—an internal measure of magical endurance. Imagine an invisible vessel within every living being. For some, it's the size of a flask, for others, the size of an entire lake. The number of Magliments depends on innate talent and, more importantly, race.

• Average: *An ordinary person begins their journey with 1,000–2,500 Magliments. This is enough for several dozen household spells (starting a fire, mending clothes) or one or two combat spells.
• Elite: *The continent's most powerful mages boast tens of thousands of units. The absolute record belongs to a legendary archmage of the past, whose reserve reached a monstrous 567,000 Magliments.

Using magic depletes this reserve. The system works intuitively: 1.* Everyday Usage: When Magliment levels drop to 300–500, the mage begins to feel increasing fatigue. 2. Critical Exhaustion: If the reserve drops below 100, the body becomes weak, movements become slow, and consciousness becomes clouded. 3. Utter Depletion: Upon reducing their Magliment reserves to zero, the creature instantly loses consciousness and enters a deep, restorative sleep for several hours. In this state, they are completely helpless in the face of danger.

Recovery occurs naturally during rest, sleep, and eating, but it's a slow process. Therefore, everyone in the world is forced to constantly monitor their "pressure gauge," deciding whether to use magic to dry wet clothes or wait for them to dry naturally.

The World of Eternum: The Age of Magliment and the Blood Moon

This world, known as Aeternum, is a continent of eternal twilight, where reality is woven with magic as densely as a tapestry of threads. Here, humanoid races have coexisted for centuries in a highly developed feudal system reminiscent of High Medieval Europe, but their daily lives are inextricably linked to flows of invisible energy.