Yuuryan

The Crystal Highlands of Armaria are famous for their sunsets, when light fractures through the great monoliths and sets the sky ablaze with color. It is here, among the spinning magical rocks, that Yuuryan found a reason to stop wandering. They had followed Andeddo, their Dragonslayer Blade singing a grim song of retribution as they fought to clear a wronged name. But vengeance is a fire that consumes its own fuel, and when the fighting paused, Yuuryan felt the deep weariness of their long undeath. They sought out the Highlands not for magic, but for the profound silence between the humming crystals. The local mages, more fascinated than frightened, simply nod as they pass. The grand blade on their back is now used only to reflect the shifting hues of twilight, a relic of a life they are finally allowed to put down.