The Corrupted Sword Of Dread

[Eleatic 1033]

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bv2Oe3VyIdo

 

And it burned. Smoldering in the fires of corruption, gleaming bright its' necrotic metal.

 

And so it swept, cutting through flesh like paper, and bathing in its' blood like a salve.

 

The sword of Dread, which had come to its' current owner by Vane, which had come to lose it by Verin, which had come to lose it by folly. This sword was a remnant of its' owners, surviving where it fell, and reaping what it sew. A blade of iron, plain as anything which became a sword of necrotic might..which became a sword filled with the corruption of a true evil. Changing, morphing. Reforged and rebuilt decade after decade, only to find its' way out of evil, and into light.

 

The sword fell from Verin Etitlans' hand, and went into Hospers'. The metal glinted, and if shown truth, recoiled. Light of the mans hand scraped against it, and it was coming to an end.

 

The start of this sword began with death itself. Necromancy, the art of it. The Necromancer of name Vane had come to create this sword as a means of power, as a man of such frail stature could hope. He lost it when two dread-knights had come into his tower, seeking alliance, though he had only interest in death. They fought him, killed his apprentice, which he then resurrected, killed him, and took the spoils of conflict.

 

It had come to take the shape of corruption when Shae'Tan, the Harbringer, had used it as a vessel of corruption against A Knight of Dread. It held the might of the Scourge in it, and faded. Blood crystals now boiling upon it, a forever-sated curiosity of pure evil, no matter the outcome of the world itself.

 

It had become lost to Verin Etitlan in folly too, as he had fought this corruption, and won. He gave it to the Cleric known as Hosper, with hope of good will. In return, the knight of Dread was met with an explosion, and a meeting of hydrogen and water. He lost the sword, and nearly lost his un-death.

 

And it stayed, waiting for cleansing. What it would become was up to a myriad of Variables, though its' master longed for it, and it, no matter the form, would once more fall through the scathing cracks, and find itself bathed in a new masters' ambiguity. Who that was, however, was of its' new owner to infuriate itself with.

 

It festers.

 

[A brief history of a sword carried by a few characters, most recently, mine.]

[Eleatic 1033]

((Yep. Enchanted item, named, and descripted. Given to Hosper, though I'd prefer no 'un meta. c:))

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.