Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-30014014-20181229062320

"No kidding...that was the most unnerving experience...to carry one".

"Oh yes, the blades fashioned for heroes. Rare relics blessed by the matron of Order...so they say..." Prad can see the man in the wall gazing back at him, his eyes shaped to a violet in intention "A pity, though. A wepaon that can render kingdoms inoperable? Truly the Order's side has grown weaker. But you would know that, wouldn't you, young one. After all, Threnody has been called to your side, has it not? A shadow of its true face, with the charge to detonate an entire country at its weakest..."

He looks back, the reflection of violet burned out "At the very least, it didn't seem to carry this much powr in the hilt. Unfortunately, the guy who wanted me to carry it to him happened to have purchased it for no real reasont than to show himself off, sought to ward away monsters. Ironically, he ended up in a demon's arms, the weapon drawing her to it and its wielder. By the time she had infiltrated his domain, she didn't care much about his legitimacy as a blade user".