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There are so many great things in splinterlands like the card art, game play, and One of the best parts of Splinterlands game is the lore behind the cards. This combined with the beautiful card art is what truly gets me emmursed in the game.
This is a short based off of the Rewards card Shadowcomb Duskrose. I used the lore art and Grok AI to animate it with some of the lore behind the character. She is a beauty who lost her family to a rival family and she barely escaped with her life. Here is her full lore from the game.
Shae'lira Ilyndra was meant to unite two of the Kingdom of Shadowcomb's most powerful houses. Her marriage to the Zol'naeth heir would end generations of shadow war.
Her mother presented her with the gown on the eve of the ceremony. Its black silk shimmered violet in the bioluminescent light, woven with threads that bent shadow and refracted the cavern forests' faint glow. A dress for a bride who would become a political bridge.
Shae'lira wore it with the serene grace expected of House Ilyndra. She pinned the duskrose, her house's sigil, to her breast. Then she walked through Shadowcomb's cathedral caverns toward her future.
Both houses had gathered in the ancient cathedral. Matron Ilyndra stood with Shae'lira's sisters and the house guard. Across from them, House Zol'naeth filled the opposite side—the heir, his mother, their warriors. Witnesses from neutral houses lined the walls.
The words were spoken. Shae'lira stepped forward to take the heir's hand.
He drew his blade instead.
House Zol'naeth fell upon House Ilyndra like a flood. Their warriors had weapons hidden beneath ceremonial robes. The neutral witnesses weren't neutral. They were bought.
It was a slaughter.
Matron Ilyndra died trying to reach her daughter. Shae'lira's sisters fell protecting each other. The house guard fought outnumbered and died. Shae'lira ran through the chaos and blood, into the tunnels beyond the ceremonial chamber. The sounds of steel and dying followed her until the Deep's endless dark swallowed everything.
She collapsed from exhaustion in the lower caverns. House Ilyndra was gone. Everyone she loved was dead. The wedding had never been real. Just bait.
Days later, in the ruins of an ancient dwarven outpost, she found Gravesong—a massive double-headed axe, nearly as tall as she stood. The metal was darkened and pitted with corrosion. One blade broad for cleaving, the other serrated for tearing. When she lifted it, the metal seemed to drink the dim light. The corrosion spread where she touched, like rust given purpose.
A weapon made to unmake. And in her hands, it would unmake House Zol'naeth.
Shae'lira trained in isolation for months. The axe was heavy. She learned patience with it—to wait in the shadows, hidden by the gown's light-bending threads, and strike only when certain. When she did, she committed completely, charging forward with all the fury of her murdered house driving each blow.
The first she killed was a Zol'naeth noble hunting in the lower tunnels. Gravesong cleaved through his breastplate like parchment. The metal rusted before her eyes and fell away in flaking pieces.
She left his corroded armor as a message.
House Zol'naeth sent warriors to find her. She killed them all. Sometimes she was patient, waiting for the right moment. Sometimes fury over overcame her as, in her mind's eye, she saw her mother and sisters dying on the cathedral floor, and she charged her enemies with Gravesong lifted high and singing its grinding song.
Word spread through Shadowcomb's underworld. A dark elf in a wedding gown. A duskrose on her breast. An axe that turned steel to rust and bone to dust.
Shae'lira Ilyndra. The Last Daughter. The Shadowcomb Duskrose.
She hunts anyone who profited from her house's fall. The corrupt magistrates who refused to investigate. The rival matrons who seized Ilyndra holdings during the chaos. Anyone who spread the lies that made the trap possible.
She waits in shadow, her gown concealing her in the bioluminescent forest. Then she charges. Gravesong falls. Armor corrodes. Bodies drop.
Shae'lira will never restore House Ilyndra. The past is gone. But she can corrode the structures that killed them. Rust away the foundations of a society built on deception. Be the shadow that strikes when corruption feels safe.
In Shadowcomb's cathedral caverns, the noble houses warn their children. Don't walk alone. Don't trust the shadows. If you see a dark elf in a wedding gown with a duskrose on her breast, run.
Because Shae'lira Ilyndra is patient, and Gravesong never rests.
Wow, what a stored past and with the help of Gravesong she will get her revenge.
She is a beauty that has been forged by pain and sorrow into a beast. Her blade is sharpened and she is ready for bloodshed and revenge.
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