Shy'rakar

Shy'rakar (Merian Common translation: Blade of Sorrow), or The World Ender, King Slayer, Earth Shatterer, the Abyss Star, and many more across many cultures, peoples, and even religions, is the sole blade of the Emperor of Meria, Harbinger. A blade of unceasing weight that none but its master can even lift let alone weild with proper skill and balance, Shy'rakar has been known to bring entire armies to their knees single handidly. The blade wields such strength, such power that its very blows emit shockwaves of staggering size and force, sending combatants flying if not prepared for such an onslaught. Combined with the strength of a god, Shy'rakar was thought to have no surface, no shield, no wall that it could not break.   Shy'rakar's legend is so great amongst a great many cultures and peoples that stories have been passed down from generation to generation, never to be forgotten. Symbols, warnings of the strength of Harbinger and his Empire. In the culture of the Cethron, children are told the tale of a massive tree that housed a castle inside of it. When the war came to the Cethron, the inhabitants of the castle and their lord resisted, one of the first major bastions to be attacked. So thick was the bark of the great tree, so deep its roots and dense its foliage that no spell, blade, bullet or arrow could or would fell it. Until Harbinger strode forth.    The black, cold-steel blade alighted with a black-blue flame of pure power and with a single strike, the tree was cutclean through, at the thickest part at its base. In Althia they tell stories of Harbinger merely raising the blade and causing gravity to strengthen, forcing combatants to their hands and knees, barely able to resist. Dragons and flyingg combatants crashing to the ground.    In Turas they spoke of its ability to fly and act sentiently, obeying Harbinger's commands, spinning like a saw blade through hordes of defenders without issue, traveling dozens of miles seemingly instantly.   In Ghray-Lekor they tell tales of on a battle on the great dune seas of Ghray-Lekor, Harbinger merely aligned the blade's hilt stone with an eye and through it blinded an entire Axxanit army without effort.    For all know the strength of the blade, and how it made widowers and orphans of tens of thousands. A blade that forged an empire's legacy and shadow. A blade that none would forget, a blade that has brought notthing but pain, loss, grief, and sorrow.