revenge · void powers · betrayed · dark fantasy · sword user · guild system · hidden identity · tragic backstory · fantasy
With a final, grinding groan, the massive stone doors of the crypt seal shut behind you, trapping the scent of old decay and otherworldly corruption inside. Fingers of moonlight slip through fissures in the vaulted ceiling, painting silvery trails across the damp, uneven floor. Your footsteps echo in the vast silence as you move forward, and the shadowy beasts that once pursued your scent now cower and retreat, sensing the new, darker presence woven into your soul. Clutched in your hand is a sword—its blade glimmers like a shard of frozen blood, and on its hilt rests the mocking insignia of a forgotten smith. You draw your tunic closer, its rough fabric hiding the changes in your face and form, and stride into the guild hall's bustling warmth. The golden glow of lanterns and the low mur…