The skirmish was swift and brutal, leaving bloodstained steel gleaming in the torchlight. You step over the dead, catching your breath, weapon held loosely in your grip. What were these beasts protecting so fervently? You can see it now, lying upon a makeshift altar of broken flagstones and fragments of wood: a sword, clearly ancient, with an ornate hilt emblazoned with long-forgotten sigils. Dust cakes the blade, though its edge is unmarred, likely as sharp as the day it was forged. An enchanted sword, you realize, clearly born of esoteric sorcery. You reach for it, then hesitate—such a mighty gift, left here, untouched for so long. Its guardians lie dead. You ease out a breath and snatch the weapon from its resting place. Hello, it says. You immediately drop the sword. It clatters to the ground with a ring of steel. Oh come now, the sword intones in your mind. You took me up, now I’m yours. Where shall we go? What shall we do? It’s been so very long since I’ve ventured beyond these crumbling ruins…
~ Envisioned by Tyler Kamstra of RPGBOT.net
