The Awakening

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Swish, now returned to full health and power returned herself and the child to the others. Laying the boy down among warm blankets that covered other sleeping children, she licked his forehead, a cat kiss, and bid him sweet dreams.
She started to turn away, to seek out the new comer, but a wall of darkness slammed into her and spun her mind, dropping to her belly the great feline closed her eyes and use her magik to block the darkness, drawing from the one place that light still thrived, the Tower, unreachable less you where a great cat or the Lady called Light.

In her minds eyes she saw the reason for the darkness and the pain, hissing out the words...

"The Raven King lives, darkness has been awoken!!"

With a growl Swish dissolving into thin air before anyone could notice. She locked onto the Lady and floated in the veil tell she reached her. Swish did not show herself, instead she curled over the Lady's shoulder, adding more to the hidden veiling and spoke with her mind.

"This is bad, so very bad....We must find the Knight! And we must not let this king of darkness find him, or us!!"

"Evil nasty birds...Hate them..." She uttered in her mind with great disgust. Then sent her thoughts out, far, far away, to the place where the grey could not go.

"Chesh!...Chesh!!...Tell the Lady Light...The Raven King is once more in the physical realm!! Keep watch, use deep magik...Do what ever it takes! Do not let Lady Dark Arise!!!!"
 
"For years I have been trapped inside that crown, hidden away from prying eyes, cursed till my people came home... And now, destiny has shone upon me once more..."

Amenophis walked across the throneroom and opened his arms as he moved out on to the balcony to overlook the entirety of the valley. He saw the carnage, the destruction and the army Kharzai standing at the ready. Across the valley, he spotted Grom Bloodhammer and the lizard beasts who had rallied in the mouth of the mountain pass. And there in middle, he saw that large lump of flesh and steel, lifeless among the ashes.

"I see the world has changed very little in my absence..."

Duvessa had made her way to King Amenophis's side and dared to touch his shoulder. "Your majesty...the burning has spread across the land. The fires still rage..."

Amenophis smiled and spoke to those gathered there. "Children! Rest your weary bodies and lay down your arms! For today, this conflict ends! Behold, your lord and savior has returned to you as flesh and blood! Here to restore the balance of the world!"

He raised his hands and smiled. A column of radiant light ascended from his body and into the heavens, causing the sky to darken and boil. His entire being levitated from the ground and coasted toward the ground, landing but mere feet in front of the Kharzai army.

He was tall, perhaps taller than any Kharzai man short of Chief Torgul. His features were the same as their; dark brown skin, full lips and brilliantly colored eyes. But his hair was as white as the snow that fell from the skies. He waved his hand and called down what appeared to be a rain of blue fire, bathing the lizardmen, causing them to retreat.

"Children...my children...this is your home...and your father has returned..."

Khan stared in disbelief, but could feel a deep sense of wrong in this. His anger slowly began to well in his chest...
 
The Great Cat watched this, this Show, of power, this Act of humble savior from what looked like a King of hope. Ahh, but she knew, she could see the darkness that coiled at his feet, she could smell the lies as he spoke. Anger swelled tell she could not stop herself from speaking with her mind, one word, with a hiss of anger..."LIES"...She hide herself and this thought from him, but everyone else could hear the venom in the one word.
 
"...Just doesn't feel right does it?" Matron spoke to the Khans back.

The young man had led Matron to this man with some assistance. The stairs had been somewhat difficult to navigate by himself. With his medallion from under his shirt you could almost feel the thing hum from the amount of magical power it was detecting. the faint white glow of it was not from power but because it had began to frost itself. The more power was radiated towards it the colder it got. Matron could not bare to have it touch him at this point.

Matron had taken in all of the new events and just wanted to understand at this point. He had no idea what was going on, but as the whole thing happened so quickly he shouldn't complain about finding himself locked in a large mountain fortress with something putting off more power than he had ever witnessed in his life! But damned if he wasn't going to anyway. In Ayenee this was typically a bad thing if you weren't the one controlling aforementioned power.

"...And of course, legions of bad guys, are now dead and replaced by....WHAT exactly?" With the last two words Matron leaned in and adopted his best sarcastic smirk.
 
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"Not right at all..." Khan said in return before walking forward, pushing through the crowd. "Father? We know you not!" He called out to King Amenophis.

Karma too could hear the words of the Great Cat, but narrowed her eyes, ignoring them. "This man has saved us...flesh of our flesh, blood of our blood! Khan, stand down!"

Khan looked to Karma for a moment, then continued forth. "I will do no such thing! Something about this man is not right; is not pure! If he is truly our savior, then why did our father and so many others die?!" Khan slowly drew his saber from it's sheath and started toward King Amenophis.

The towering man's black cloak billowed open, revealing his beautifully crafted black armor. He smiled as he raised a passive hand to Khan. "Calm, young chieftan...First son of Torgul..."

Show me your rage. Perhaps you'll fare better than your father...

His words echoed in Khan's brain, causing him to seethe with uncontrollable anger. Something about the way those words swirled in the young man's brain sliced at his very psyche. Suddenly, he sprinted. He screamed and spun, snatching a nearby soldier's saber with him. In a flurry of steel, he lashed out at King Amenophis, only to be buffeted by a force he could not see.

With a raising of his hand, Amenophis lifted Khan's body from the ground. His smile suddenly turned into a glare when he felt the sting of Khan's sword against his cheek. The wound seemed to close as soon as it was rendered.

"This...this is the welcome I receive? THIS is the thanks I GET!?"

Bows and swords were quickly drawn, but an unseen force shattered blades and broke arrows. The glow of Amenophis' eyes, the same blue green that seemed to haunt the very air, grew brighter. Winds raged and the snowstorm intensified as he turned and hurled Khan toward the battlefield.

"You...INGRATES!" Amenophis shouted. The entire mountain seemed to shudder at his rage. Duvessa watched from above and smiled. And for the first time, The Kharzai as a collective were experiencing a very human emotion:

Fear...
 
As Khan stepped through the crowd Matron could only follow. Listening his words were sharp and they definately got the man Amenophis's attention. Then the boy went off and pulled that stunt, with the swords and the cutting, the being beaten by strange unseen forces and ultimately now hung helplessly in the air.

"This...this is the welcome I recieve? THIS is the thanks I GET!?"

And then Khan was pitched a good distance. That is most likely going to leave one of those marks that isnt easily washed away. Matron watched the young Kharzai fly onto the battlefield, would he land near that crazy knight with the glowing sword? Shouldnt call him crazy...he did kill that demon.

Matrons mind raced a thousand miles per second in those next few moments. That medallion still in his hands he looked down on it. The meaning of that single amulet would wiegh on him like a boulder. This place was so close to Tor'Mhaelgodin...his people...they didnt stand a chance.

He looked up at Karma whom tried to stay the mans hand. She held some clout with these people, she would do...

"Take these, don't...." He shook his head as she started to protest.

He handed her the Medallion and his Glaive with a grin and a wink. In other times he would have given her his best smile and made jokes to see her laugh. Not today, his days had come to an end. He would do as he must here knowing surely he would perish.

Nothing realy to live for in his life except the only protection he could give the people of Tor'Mhaelgodin. Just maybee he could weaken this "King" enough to give the others a chance to pull him down.

Oh yessssssss........

Jezabel sensed what was coming. Matrons hand moved to the leather bound hilt of the weapon and grasped it just below the pommel. That knot in the back of his mind jumped and lurched as if a dog that fealt the chain was to short.

As steel cleared sheath the ring was perfectly pitched and sounded throughout the halls of the mountain fortress. A chorus of angels would not make a more beutiful sound, or a more deadly one. Matron fealt the instant rush of energy and vigor fill him to the brim and the remnants of the poison coursing through his viens were no longer a matter.

The blade point cleared the sheath and Jezabel was free. Her spirit filling Matron, he allowed it this time, she took hold and with only a few steps broke into a run. The speed that Matron now moved was not short of unreal.

"Aen hel'eth om nal shethat nomaer"...The angelic tongue flowed from Matron easily both from his mouth and his mind. To any that would understand the words "For honor of the land and her people". If any, the great cats would know the meaning of his words.

He closed the gap on Amenophis quickly with the sword held back and just above the shoulder to strike first and hard, but not leave him completely open to sudden counter attack.
 
Swish had her eyes closed, but she was not seeing darkness, no, she saw the battle of mortal men and women against an old evil. The Great Cat vanished, the boy along with her. Where they appeared next was one of the last spots that the grey could not force its self in. She laid the boy upon a pillow of feathers, then turned to look at her twin. She needed not to speak with mouth or mind, Chesh knew all that she had seen. They touched foreheads, Chesh gave her some of his magik, then drew back to allow Swish to do what she could to aid the mortals and lessen the power of the false king.

Swish faded out of the tower that held the boy, the woman named Light and Chesh, reforming in the archway of the room. Swish's body was arched sideways, her eyes where ablaze of deep color, from neck to tail a ridge of fur stood up and seemed to spark from hair to hair, talon like nails dug into the stone floor as her tail lashed back and forth.
A low sound began deep in her throat, it grew louder and louder, the sound its self was far larger then the small feline that opened its sharp toothed mouth and let the powerful sound loose...
Both to the ears of all and into the minds of all present, a mighty Roar, one that caused the furniture in the great room to wobble and tip, the sound like a blast of air...

" RRRRRRROOOOOOAAAAARRRR!!!!!!!!!!"

Once loose the roar was not just a sound, it was a rushing of hot air, pure energy of the light and it carried the fearsomeness of a protectiveness born to all the great cats. But wisely enough Swish's target was not the false king, for she knew more power was needed then that of one small cat to take him down. No, her target was the smiling Duvessa! Aimed to cripple her eternally if not out right kill, and to at least wipe the smile from her lips permanently! The roars substance since it was pushing forward, should if aimed true, help to cushion the blow of the Evil One's words power against the ears of those who heard it. She heard Matron's words, the rang in her mind, she turned to follow his path with her eyes and aimed another Roar towards his direction, in hopes of giving him at-least a little shield of her power.

"RRRRROOOAAARRRR!!!!!"

Any who she could aid, she would...Now and in the future to come, for Swish knew this was not the last battle, but just the opposite! This moment in time would forever be marked as the start of a war!
 
All Hell had broken out around her and since she was still invisible thanks to Swish she slowly and quietly backed out of the Throne Room. Nalya had begun to wonder just why she had gotten involved in all this and decided that she was no match for any of the many types of life forms that were battling it out here. All she was she felt was a hinderance and would probably be best if she got out of here. Returning the same way she had entered she came to the place in which she had hid the rope she climbed up on. Carefully she slide back down the rope and once on the ground she morphed back into her wolfen form and hightailed it out of there until she reached a area she felt was safe. Once far enough away she sent her thoughts to the Great Feline and apologized for her cowardness but explained that it was for the best, and she would not be a burden to her or the others.
 
Once she felt safe and secure she sat down upon the cool grass. She felt guilty for running off but in the long run it was for the best. No one would have to worry about her, or constantly keep a watchful eye on her. She was no help to anyone for her ability to fight was non exsistant. Here she was out of the way and not a burden for the others.

"Swish forgive me," she let her thoughts reach out to the Battle Cat. "I am no match for those who are only out to destroy. Here I will no longer distract those who need all their wits about them to conquer their enemies."

Nalya hung her head down in shame even though she knew her leaving was in the best interest for all.
 
Duvessa let out a shriek as the Great Cat's power overwhelmed her and shattered the very balcony upon which she stood. The array of light that radiated from above was enough to catch the attention of many eyes, including that of King Amenophis.

For he did not see that steel as it lunged toward his chest and sank in deep. A cold burning sensation swelled from his very heart as turned blazing eyes upon Matron. Behind his fury, behind the sudden maelstrom that seemed to erupt with his rage, was a look of pain and fear. For this weapon was not the steel of mortal men, nor was the tongue of it's wielder.

As the sword blade pushed through the entirety of King Amenophis's body, he reached out and seized Matron by the throat. He spoke in an infernal tongue. One that called the darkest of shadows to cover the valley in it's entirety. His words seemed to rouse something deep in the Kharzai, for they begun to change...

Their eyes took upon a glow of green, their ears were filled with dark, evil words and many of them would brandish steel to turn on Matron. But Karma would not submit to the will of this man and stood between them. She turned her newly obtained glaive on her people and bid them stay back.

"No argument, cousins, but one step closer and I will end you!"

Whether it was the fury in her eyes, or the shimmering steel in her hand, something kept the slowly turning Kharzai at bay...





Khan groaned and slowly rolled over. He could feel his ribcage throbbing. He struggled to rise to his knees and found himself next to Tyrtaeus. He leaned over and gently shook the knight, only to have his hand seized. Khan quickly pulled Tyrtaeus into his arms and looked down at him. "Good knight, darkness has befallen us and it returns in the form of a single man..."
 
Swish heard the Lady's words in her mind, and for a few blinks of time the world froze at the cats command. She sent her thoughts in answer.

"Sweet Lady there is no need to ask forgiveness...You could how ever do me a great favor...Travel with the moon to the once great city, seek the tallest tower in which a light burns bright...There you will find the Lady of Light and my brother Chesh....You can help them and learn from them...Help with a loving pure hear that keeps the flame alive and learn how to use your wolf form in a similar way as the Great Cats, for there are many a things you can do, but no one taught you...Travel safe!"

Swish returned her mind to the present and the world unfroze.
 
There was nothing to do about it now. Matron was committed, well, Jezabel had committed him but none the less he was in it now. The sword sunk deep, deeper than he had expected. All of this was being taken in from the small part of his mind that used to contain only Jezabel. Now she had full run and surpressed him.

"Cam'oni mar tao nesh," the angelic tongue flowed readily from Matron "NOR CU'NAI MA KETASH'NEI"

Matron understood it only because he shared a mind with her. "The falling of one, signals the rise of another!" Jezabel had done something but Matron could not comprehend what had just happened but he fealt a great release of power from himself. A light had appeared and he was steadily moving towards it.

Amenophis's grip tightened around his neck and began to crush down steadily. He could feel the ability to breathe becoming more restricted, almost impossible. Be that as it may, His face was a stark smile as the angelic tongue flowed.

The sudden wash of power was strong and brief. Matrons hand gripped the hilt of Jezabel one last time and twisted violently 90 degrees and then jerked the blade free. Blood sprayed the nearby Kharzai as the blade cleared the body of Amenophis. As the hand reached the full of the back swing the unexpect was done. Matron grasping for some control of himself achieved a small fraction. Forcing the blade free with all the might of one of GODS champions of the Angelic Host Matron flung the blade out onto the battlefield towards Khan and Tyrtaeus...

"Sir Knight this is yours...." With that the last breath was released from Matrons lungs. He went limp in the vice like grip of Amenophis.

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The odd glow took form and then was gone. There was nothing left save the two teenage children. The young man would resemble none that any would remember, the girl was a smoothed female version of Matron Aranor, her build showed it as well. The boy must favor his mother. Their faces were masks, however inside they were toil and conflict. Moments ago they had been standing outside of a Tavern in Bakarne with its death smell and decay. The horrors of that place around every corner and literally beneath every stone. The next moment they were here...where is here?

"Where are we Sarah...." The young mans voice was confident yet startled.

"I dont know Theron. What are these green things?" She spoke solidly as well however the question was very real, she pointed at the trees with her shield hand.

Theron stood there mouth agape with wonder. His athletic stance was ready, a spring coiled to release. The place they were raised was nothing as lush and alive as this place. The air smelled clean and pure here compared to what the air in the nightmare realm Bakarne had smelled like. The pureness here, the brightness of the place almost turned both of their stomachs.

Sarah stood much more solid than her brother, planted, grounded...FIRM. Her shield brought up to keep the blazing infernal ball of brightness that lived in the sky here from blinding her, longsword at the ready. Fighting back the urge to empty her stomach she would not allow the sweet smell of life in this place to be ruined by her sicking up. A slight grin threatened to crack the stoic look upon her face as she noticed the slightest movement just to the left.

"Brother, we are not alone." Her voice almost whispered, as she drew Theron's attention to the wolf creature that had appeared moments ago. There would be no reading her expression, it was the same always. She was ready, she was iron....that voice in her head told her that something was different about this wolf!

"The bloody hell Sarah! That mangy welp is nothing like the hell hounds of Bakarne!"

"This is different Theron, stay your tongue and be ready...."

Sarah's eyes never left Nalya, however Theron's head remained on a swivel. Speculating that demons and beasts of the night could show up from any one of the shadows in this place...and would!
 
The Gathering of Lost Souls

Knowing if she stayed still to long that one of those nasty Lizard creatures would eventually stumble upon her. Lost, scared, and alone she headed off to a land she had no knowledge of. If it was if there was something calling to her, beckoning her to come but what it, or who it was she had not a clue.

Her limbs shaky but still capable of carrying her off to a new land, and without delay off she ran without ever looking back. The mighty knight was engaged in what he felt was right for him, he was a fearless soul and one day she was sure there would be great stories told of his adventures. Then she thought of the marvelous Feline, she prayed she was safe and hoped that one day they may be reunited.

She continued on her way which felt like she had been pounding the earth for hours, perhaps she had. Her keen sense of hearing caught the sound of voices up ahead. Young humans she thought, at least they would not give her cause to bring harm to them. She stopped a few yards away and crouched down and hid within the wild brush. Her eyes laid upon the young ones as they seemed to be concerned with where they were, lost it would appear. She remained still for a short time which would allow her to catch her breath and listen in on the conversation between the boy and girl.

After a few minutes Nalya revealed herself to the two as they had approached her hiding place. Standing tall she practically towered above them both. SHe stood there looking at them and hoped they would realize she meant them no harm.
 
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"Sarah....you said there was a wolf there...That is a very small wolf!" He let out a loud gufaw and then stepped forward.

"Hold your ground brother! Do not let the green here soften your wits..." Sarah's eyes never left those of Nalya, hard eyes for one so young, judgeing. "Who goes there?"

The feeling that this was not danger crept into her. The last time she allowed it to take hold that vile man killed there mother and then died at Theron's sword. Outwardly you would not see the terror that filled Sarah's heart, Theron did not know fear and was dangerous for it!
 
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Still in her wolven form Nalya took a step toward the two, a test actually to see how they would react if she would approach them. The mixed reaction from the pair was not one of fear and not one of concern either. Nalya made sure to keep her ears up as well as her head. Hopefully they knew enough to know that she was not going to attack them. Another step foward, and then she sat and tilted her head to the side slightly. What more could she do to make them aware that she meant them no harm? Ah yes, she lifted her right front paw just as a dog would do in a friendly gesture.
 
SevenStars was resheathed after yet another unnecessary battle. The elder sighed as he looked at the remains of the felled beast at his feet. He spoke quietly to himself, much as he always did after a battle. "Another life pointlessly ended. My hands will forever be stained."

As he turned and called out to his alicorn friend, a near endless number of voices echoed through his mind. "Fang. You are needed in Ayenee." It was the call from the Elder council.

The ancient warrior closed his eyes in frustration. Once again, the elders were calling him to his homeworld. He took a slow breath in and released it before responding to them. "Do you forget, elders, that I was just there to assist in dispatching the Hellwyrm? I still have not been granted enough time to go and fully eliminate the dark creature."

The other elders often overlooked the fact that Fang was the only warrior among them, and as such, was the only one to actively take a role in anything the council decided to deal with. The others sat, deliberated, argued, and voted. Fang couldn't remember the last time he actually physically sat at one of these meetings. "Elder Fang, the Hellwyrm was sent back by you and the two humanoids nearly six centuries ago."

Six centuries...had it truly been that long? Fang supposed it must have been. The elder council didn't lie, at least not when speaking as a group. And when life had been as lengthy as it had been for the neutral elder, it was easy to lose track of time.

"Very well, council. Where shall I go?" Fang had figured out, over the years, that if you didn't directly ask the council something, they would not volunteer the information. Many times he had traveled to a world only to discover that his intended destination was as far away as it could possibly be from where he'd stepped through the portal.

"To one of the only places not taken over by the Gray." With that the council opened a portal in front of the old warrior and then cut off it's link to Fang, both very rare events. Fang was left to ponder what they meant. He had been gone so long, he had no idea what they were referring to. Still, given that it was Ayenee, nothing would come as a surprise.
 
Sarah's shield came up and was ready, elbows in tight and the long sword glistened in the thin streams of light penetrating the canopy. Muscles ready but loose, anticipation was the key to her kind of work. Her eye's locked with Nalya's, she would not miss a thing...

This was a trained animal, someone pet. Sarah had never seen a wild dog behave this way.

"Theron, this is no wild animal, its curious and friendly." Her mouth twisted oddly while saying the word, in Bakarne it was not a word spoken often, she could not remember the last time she had said it.

Theron's reaction to the animals gestures were ones with no caution. Having raised several dogs of his own he stepped forward calmly, assertive. The posture a good animal trainer took with any animal. His hand went out in front of him palm down and me let a light whistle leap from his lips.

Sarah saw danger anywhere and all the time. Theron was a free spirit as his mother used to say. Theron looked like his mother and acted like his father, Sarah was just the opposite, Theron had never known a stranger.

"Ten to one, there is a farm nearby missing their sheep dog..." Theron spoke intentionally cool to his sister, excitement was the wrong emotion around animals.

"I doubt any sheep herder would let this animal near his sheep....." Sarahs words trailed off never letting Nalya slip from her vision.
 
As his long time alicorn companion caught up to him, Fang mounted the steed and they entered the portal together. The portals created by the collective of the elder council were far different than the ones he made himself. The elders all had a different specialty, and they all had a different alignment. They ranged from the darkest of the chaotic evil to the brightest of the holy good. Fang was the true neutral balancing point on which, it seemed, the entire council rested. The only thing each member of the council had in common, was a deep undertanding and respect for the need for balance.

Fang had only traveled through the portal created by the rest of the council members once before. He knew, unlike his own, that he could not see his destination from the entrance side, but rather that he could see it in the tunnel-like expanse that linked the two ends somewhat like a wormhole.

As he went through, he saw the walls, and a few of the inhabitants. He also began to feel the energy coming from Amenophis. It was a familiar energy, but any more all energy was familiar. He'd been doing this far too long to come across anything unique.

As he neared the exit of the portal he felt a genuinely familiar sensation. He searched the scene that lay before him and found it's source. There was where he would exit, and there is where he would begin the adventure the other elders had put him in yet again.

From the perspective of those around, a man clad in highly decorated armor, atop a brilliantly powerful looking alicorn, would appear from nowhere. No power signature would have been felt beforehand. No crackling of reality would signal his coming. No, the method of travel was one by which no other creatures would detect anything. The elders were far too numerous, and far too masterful in their abilities for that.

Fang appeared directly in front of the cat, his eyes shining bright red as they always did. His head was turned to the direction of Amenophis, but his voice was directed at the feline, and as always, when he spoke, it seemed to echo upon itself, a side effect of being connected to the elder council. "It is good to see you again, noble cat. I see you are still able to find yourself in difficult situations after all this time."
 
That blade...that wretched blade torn from Amenophis' gut spread pain through his very bones. He dropped Matron's lifeless body and touched the gaping wound. It would not seal...

His eyes widened with panic at the sight of his own blood. Those entranced by his words would swiftly move to his side, blades brandished at each other. Karma saw her army divide swiftly and called out to her cousins as they began to back into Ironhold itself.

"Gods do not bleed..." Amenophis said in a whisper to himself. His touch cauterized his wound, but the scar would forever remain. As Amenophis walked into the large citadel, he spoke loud enough forKarma and her handful of warriors to hear.

"You do not heed my divine tongue; i've no room for the tainted in my home...so go now. Leave with your lives while I allow it...."

Karma was appalled at his words. Even whilst wounded, the bastard was still completely arrogant! She had a good mind to spur her horse after him, but more than half her army sided with The Raven King. She could do nothing for them now. "Henghist help us....let's go, cousins!"


"Malach....is he?"

Khan nodded. "Yes...the demon is dead, bu-"

"G-good...my duty is done ..."

Khan shook his head whilst cradling Tyrtaeus. "No, my friend...there is another. A greater evil we must face..."

Tyrtaeus smiled weakly. "I'm afraid I can't help you.. This time..." Tyrtaeus then offered Khan his sword. "In this blade...is the might....of a thousand white lions...." Tyrtaeus then closed his eyes. The sword ignited with a blue glow. As Khan took the pommel of the sword, the glow of the blade spread to Tyrtaeus' body and with a heavy sigh, the knight's grip fell away. Khan stood with the glowing blade and began walking toward Ironhold, only to come across a bloodstained sword as well...
 
Jezabel lay on the ground with Khan approaching. He would not be able to ignore the "blade song" being sung by the blade, if his mind was open. As loud as any blade could sing it would. This blades particular song was low and mournful, a song of loss and sorrow. A song of entrapment and eternal containment, a powerful force locked away from the world, only let loose when times were hard. Any race attuned to such things would definitely be aware that this weapon was something rare. Any living creature that heard the song would know to handle with care!
 
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