MetaMask
BitGo
Trust Wallet
CoinbaseNFT Avatar: #00098 Malakar - The Lord of the Shadowblade
The Rise of Malakar, the Shadowblade Lord
Deep within the Forgotten Realms, where sunlight never touched the tainted lands, a legend was born. He was once a man a warrior of great honor, known as Cedric of Velmoria. But honor alone was not enough to protect him from the greed of the powerful.
The king he served betrayed him. Cedric led his men into battle, only to realize it was a trap. His own kingdom had sold him out to an enemy that knew neither mercy nor forgiveness. He fought until his last breath, watching his comrades fall around him. Wounded and forsaken, he was left to die on the battlefield.
But death did not come. As he lay in his own blood, a whisper reached him an ancient shadow, a demonic force lurking in the darkness. "Will you accept me, warrior? Will you wield me, and I shall guide you? The world has betrayed you, but I can give you the power you need to crush it."
In his final moment of despair, Cedric clutched onto what was offered. He swore to never be weak again. He swore that the world would burn for what it had done to him. And so, Malakar was born.
His body changed. His skin became pale like rotting ivory, his eyes burned like smoldering coals. His heart no longer beat for he was no longer a man. At his side, a weapon materialized, forged from pure darkness - the Shadowblade, a sword that devoured the souls of those who touched it.
The Fall of Velmoria
Malakar returned, not as a warrior, but as vengeance incarnate. In a single night, Velmoria fell not to an army, but to the blade of a single warrior. The streets ran red with blood, screams echoed through the ruins, and even the strongest sorcerers were torn apart by his dark power. But it was not enough. Vengeance alone could not quench his thirst for power.
The Lord of Shadows
Centuries passed. But Malakar remained. Undying. Unstoppable. A shadow that roamed the lands, draining the life from every kingdom that dared to stand in his way. He was no longer a man. No longer a warrior. He was the Lord of the Shadowblade. The Terror of the World. And his legend had only just begun.
Deep within the Forgotten Realms, where sunlight never touched the tainted lands, a legend was born. He was once a man a warrior of great honor, known as Cedric of Velmoria. But honor alone was not enough to protect him from the greed of the powerful.
The king he served betrayed him. Cedric led his men into battle, only to realize it was a trap. His own kingdom had sold him out to an enemy that knew neither mercy nor forgiveness. He fought until his last breath, watching his comrades fall around him. Wounded and forsaken, he was left to die on the battlefield.
But death did not come. As he lay in his own blood, a whisper reached him an ancient shadow, a demonic force lurking in the darkness. "Will you accept me, warrior? Will you wield me, and I shall guide you? The world has betrayed you, but I can give you the power you need to crush it."
In his final moment of despair, Cedric clutched onto what was offered. He swore to never be weak again. He swore that the world would burn for what it had done to him. And so, Malakar was born.
His body changed. His skin became pale like rotting ivory, his eyes burned like smoldering coals. His heart no longer beat for he was no longer a man. At his side, a weapon materialized, forged from pure darkness - the Shadowblade, a sword that devoured the souls of those who touched it.
The Fall of Velmoria
Malakar returned, not as a warrior, but as vengeance incarnate. In a single night, Velmoria fell not to an army, but to the blade of a single warrior. The streets ran red with blood, screams echoed through the ruins, and even the strongest sorcerers were torn apart by his dark power. But it was not enough. Vengeance alone could not quench his thirst for power.
The Lord of Shadows
Centuries passed. But Malakar remained. Undying. Unstoppable. A shadow that roamed the lands, draining the life from every kingdom that dared to stand in his way. He was no longer a man. No longer a warrior. He was the Lord of the Shadowblade. The Terror of the World. And his legend had only just begun.