|DM - ARC|
If I must tell you of my past to gain an audience with your lord so be it. After Anastasiya's flight from the capital and the 'unexplained' deaths of several promising young Jagwidga the Queen stepped in a levelled several unbendable laws upon all Jagwidga. All Jagwidga must be accompanied by one or more of the Queens guardians, or to be more accurate her army of fanatically loyal assassins, to 'protect' them and ensure none betray her. Second, no Jagwidga may leave the territories without the Queens written permission. There's a powerful spell laid upon the lands and its defences that with attack any who attempt to leave. The third rule isn't really a rule so much as a way of removing 'lesser' family. Any Jagwidga that cannot prove their worthiness to the Queen are used as an example to the rest. To avoid death i formed, financed and led a company of swordsman. About six months ago my mother and sister summoned me and my men. Pretending concern for my position they offered us a cache of blades they had unearthed in a forgotten temple fortress of Gorum. At first these blades appeared no more than enchanted or blessed sword but the more my men used them in battle and the more blood they drew the less they became until they had devolved into raving berserkers that had to be chained up to avoid injuring others. I tried to throw the blade away but couldn't. No matter how much I resolved to get rid of it I couldn't. A powerful compulsion refused to allow me. When I went to my family they tried taking one from one of my men and within moments he was screaming in agony before he died. That blade was the one your friend was 'convinced' to pick up so my sisters could test out methods of controlling the blades. Their test worked for them. They now had control of bloodthirsty warriors. I returned to the temple to see if I could find something their to free my men and I from this curse which was even starting to control me. Inside I found some notes from a priest who had been experimenting with an enchantment that would bind the souls of warrior priests into their weapons when they died. The experiments worked and the warrior priest were able to live on inside the blade and control whoever wielded the blades. after some time the souls trapped inside the blades went mad and news reached other temples of Gorum who marched on the temple to destroy the heretical weapons and their creator. Wether through my bloodline or through sheer will I was able to hold my blades control off until the priest awoke. The blade I bear is the priest who started that experiment and we've come to an agreement. He doesn't try to exert control anymore and I don't destroy us. When I learned the full truth I slew my overseer and fled in search of the Ulfen warlord brave enough to invade Irrissen and now I stand before you all."