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The world of **Eryndor** is a once-vibrant realm now slowly succumbing to the relentless grip of an ancient curse, its beauty marred by the creeping decay of time and dark magic. The skies are eternally shrouded in a dim, blood-red twilight, a perpetual state of half-light that cloaks the world in an unsettling gloom. The sun, a faint and distant memory, struggles to break through the heavy, oppressive clouds, casting only the weakest of rays upon the land. This weak sunlight creates an eerie, otherworldly ambiance, where night and day have merged into an endless twilight, leaving the inhabitants in a constant state of uncertainty.
The landscape of Eryndor is a haunting reflection of its former glory. Once, it was a realm of breathtaking beauty and grandeur, where towering spires and majestic cities stood as a testament to the civilization that flourished there. Now, those same cities lie in ruin, their magnificent architecture crumbling and overtaken by nature. Vines and moss creep over ancient stone, reclaiming what was once theirs, while the wind whispers through empty corridors, carrying with it the memories of a forgotten age.
The castles that once housed mighty lords and ladies are now little more than hollow shells, their walls cracked and broken, their halls echoing with the ghosts of the past. Some are said to be haunted, the restless spirits of those who perished in the curse-bound cataclysm unable to find peace. These spectral figures wander the halls, their lamentations a constant reminder of the tragedy that befell Eryndor.
Beyond the cities and castles, the wilderness of Eryndor has grown wild and untamed. The forests, once filled with life and vibrant colors, are now dark and foreboding. Towering trees with gnarled branches stretch towards the sky like skeletal fingers, their leaves a sickly shade of brown. The ground is covered in a thick layer of dead leaves, and the air is heavy with the scent of decay. In these haunted woods, strange creatures roam—twisted, nightmarish beings born of the curse, as well as the spirits of the dead, forever trapped between worlds.
Rivers and lakes, once sparkling with clear, fresh water, have turned stagnant and brackish. The waters now carry a deep, unnatural hue, and strange shapes can be seen moving beneath the surface. Some say that the curse has given life to creatures of the deep, ancient beings that should have remained buried and forgotten.
The people of Eryndor, those who still survive, are a shadow of their former selves. They eke out a meager existence in the remnants of their once-great civilization, struggling to survive in a world that seems to have turned against them. They speak in hushed tones of the curse, of the ancient wrong that brought it upon them, but few know the full truth. Fear and superstition have taken root, and trust is a rare commodity. Many have turned to dark rituals and forbidden magic in a desperate attempt to lift the curse, but these efforts have only deepened the realm's descent into darkness.
Eryndor is a world where hope is a fragile thing, easily crushed under the weight of despair. Yet, there are still those who fight against the darkness, small bands of adventurers, scholars, and warriors who seek to unravel the mysteries of the curse and restore Eryndor to its former glory. They venture into the deepest, most dangerous parts of the land, facing the horrors that lurk there in search of answers. But time is running out, and the curse grows stronger with each passing day, threatening to consume everything in its path.
Título : Whispers of the Forgotten Realm
EAN : 9798227208071
Editorial : Rob's Books
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