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Category: Suggestions & Ideas for Improvement
Topic: The Vvrael, Chosen, Stones, and Terate
Author: Rayyne (AMBER)
Posted: Apr 28, 1998 08:44:06
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The void blade is frightening, not only because of its length and deadly edge. But as you gaze at it, the thing seems to shift, blinking slightly as if it is winking out of existence then reappearing so quickly your eyes cannot follow its progress. The blade is flat, dull black with archaic sigils etched into its surface in a haphazard pattern. The weapon's hilt is veil iron, cast in a simple, elegant curve designed to perfectly fit the hand. A single black stone is inset into the hilt's end, but its type, like the metal of the blade, is unidentifiable. |
Krackenstar sang to the Blade and this is the story hidden within.
Images begin to seep out of the void blade, filling your mind with brief flashes at first, that gradually grow into complexity and form. You see an elven youth, fair of feature and gifted with unusual intelligence. He follows in the footsteps of his Queen and mother, learning the sorcerous arts, pushing further and further into arcane theory researched within ancient tomes found in the castle's extensive library. His fame is further augmented upon the day he finds a wondrous stone which speaks through the heavens. Then one day, an elderly journeyman happens by, begging to winter within the castle's protection. The unknown traveler is found dead the following morning, having succumbed to age and the elements, and leaving behind nothing but his ragged clothing and meager belongings. Included in these is a satchel containing a collection of scrolls.
The scrolls are found to be covered with archaic writing, which piques the young prince's interest when brought to his attention. He begins to study them, an occupation that gradually consumes all of his waking hours. He labors over them for months, painstakingly translating them, and finally they begin to reveal secrets old and terrible. To the youth, the knowledge to be gained seems well worth the risk of putting the lore into practice. He could never have foreseen what cataclysmic malevolence his decision would release upon the world.
[Ed Note: 4/29/98 Rayyne showed me the blade, and a touch of what it could do...]
Rayyne waves her blade in a slow arc over her head. Its velocity builds, circling faster and faster as a deep rumble begins to resonate. In the next moment, the blade seems to shift out of existence, swallowed by a hole of darkness although you still see Rayyne's arm convulsing so rapidly, it's a blur. You watch with horror as tendrils of black anti-matter erupt, carrying an implosion in their wake like pestilence after death.
Rayyne casts into the air above her head and a rip appears in the sky! The fissure begins to feed on the air around you!
Abruptly, the void blade slides back into sight in Rayyne's hand, its length still caressed with a flicker of hissing anti-matter.
Rayyne welds the rip in space together with a flow of essence.
Also please see a creative work by Lady Niccolete Annadale, which includes an additional paragraph of loresong results as well as a song about the final battle.
