The world:Eryndor, the shattered realm

The world:Eryndor, the shattered realm

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In a world where whispers are more dangerous than swords... Eryndor was once whole. Now it lies shattered, veiled in mist and haunted by creatures that should not exist. Kaleen, a wanderer with nothing but questions, bears a mark he never asked for-an ancient sigil burned into his skin, its power awakening with a fire he cannot control. When the mist stirs and the creatures rise, his world collapses into a nightmare of shadows, whispers, and destiny he cannot escape. But the mark is more than a curse. It is a key. And the creatures are only the beginning. To survive, Kaleen must uncover the forgotten truths of Eryndor-the shattered realm where old gods slumber and darkness waits to reclaim the world. Mystery, danger, and destiny collide in this dark fantasy tale where every choice carries the weight of a dying realm.
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"You've ruined my life! You can't expect me to spare you now..." I shout at her, my voice trembling in a mixture if rage and self-pity. She only smiles weakly in despair, still shaking on the ground. "Looks like I still taught you well, child. You despise my cult... and yet, your antics match the behaviour of my most loyal servant. If only we could cooperate... you'd be the richest person in Menzoberranzan." Lolth coughs harshly, squirms and tries to regain some sort of resemblance of balance, while continuing to spit blood. It's pathetic how she's still trying to negotiate with me when I'm finally about to kill her. I know she could offer me the wealthy life I've never had and never once came close to having, but I don't care. There's only one reason why I fought to go this far: revenge. As long as I dethrone this damn tyrant of a goddess, I don't care what happens.

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