Malakar the Mourning Star

The salty winds of the sea whispered across the sandy shores, and the crashing waves barely disturbed the eerie silence that hung in the air. What once had been a quaint fishing village was now reduced to charred ruins. Ash and smoke lingered in the air like a haunting memory of the destruction that had fallen upon this place. The scent of burning wood was pungent, and the crackling embers still flickered, as if the fire had onlyjust passed through.

You stood at the edge of the beach, staring at the remnants of the small village. What had happened here? The villagers were gone—scattered, likely dead, or worse, turned into mindless husks. Scattered across the beach were broken fishing boats, cracked pottery, and tattered clothing, evidence of lives interrupted by an unspeakable force.

And then you saw them.
Skeletons.

Animated by dark magic, their bones rattled as they marched toward the ruins, weapons clutched in their skeletal hands. The bones creaked with each step as they moved with unnatural precision, attacking any semblance of life in sight. They roamed in small groups, turning the village’s ruins into a battlefield.
You drew your weapon, ready to confront the skeletons, but a chill ran down your spine. These weren’t the only monsters that had come to this land. The shadows stretched across the land like a grim reminder of the dark force that had set this tragedy in motion.

In the distance, among the broken stone structures and burnt timber, you found a clue. A charred scroll, half-buried in the sand, still legible despite the damage.

“The Black Dragon has risen. Emerging from the depths, he seeks retribution. None shall stand in his wake.”

“The Black Dragon has risen. Emerging from the depths, he seeks retribution. None shall stand in his wake.”

You couldn’t shake the sense that the dragon’s return was the core of this nightmare. But what had summoned him? And why was he unleashing his wrath on these innocent villages? The scroll held no answers, only a clue—a faint trail winding inland.

A lingering unease told you the dragon’s return lay at the heart of this nightmare. But what had drawn him back? And why was his fury aimed at these peaceful villages? The scroll offered no explanations, only a single hint—a faint trail snaking inland.

A nagging sense of dread confirmed that the dragon’s return was the source of this unfolding nightmare. But what had summoned him back? And why was his wrath unleashed upon these tranquil villages? The scroll provided no answers, only a cryptic clue—a faint trail winding its way inland.