Raishan Valxis, Silver Dragonborn of The Archeologist's Guild. During a dig into some ancient ruins, an accident caused the area around him to collapse, making him fall and get trapped in an undiscovered chamber. In this new chamber, he found a rusted blade sealed within, statues facing it in reverence. As he looked over the blade, he heard a faint voice call out to him, begging him to take hold of the blade as it began to glow with a faint light. He reached out his hand, and upon grasping the hilt, his mind was assaulted with visions of distant, far away worlds, his gaze rushing through Astral Space till it met nothing but darkness. This darkness his gaze now fixed on was unending, anything that seemed to touch it was devoured and ceased to exist. As he gazed, he felt the darkness start to gaze upon him, fear crawling up his spine as it started to encroach upon him until the voice called out again, light surrounding his corporeal form and push back the devouring void. In the next moment, the vision ended and Raishan regained consciousness. The young dragknborn found himself being carried by his team out of the ruins, the blade however no longer in his hand, instead replaced with a gauntlet with a single gem looking to have been born from the matter of space. Little did Raishan known at the time what road his path forward now took.

"Not everything belongs in a museum..."

Art by  Crocdragon

Raishan belongs to me.