Ikkit looks dejected and muttered, "Nothing I guess.
Targan perks up, asking her hopefully. "Any news on the guards who were wounded?"
The woman shakes her head with a smile, None of the guards were injured severely, only minor injuries, we are also providing basic medical check up's to prevent disease outbreak's. But no the commander, his guards, and i were able to protect things for the most part.
Targan nods his thanks, making a note to visit Ayllia later.
Ikkit gets up and follows Targan. He pauses at the doorway and turns back to and says, "Thanks, and sorry about the curse and all." He quickly retreats from the room.
Zheng huffs in boredom at the lack of interesting activity.
"can't wait to get these checked." he mumbles
"That is good and well, Mistress. One last thing before we take our leave, is there a deed we must take for the property as proof of our ownership?"
No no, nothing of the sort. though you will have to wait a few hour's before you can actually head over to the property, unless you'd rather watch the construction
That doesn't sound exciting, Ikkit thinks. "How about we go get a drink," The mischievous Ratfolk suggests.
"Works for me." Targan says, taking Ikkit up on his suggestion. Though he is really looking forward to getting some sleep soon!
" No drinks for me."
Zheng announces.
" I'd like to get the metal shard checked at the local temple and smithy's"
Ikkit shrugged his shoulders, "Alright shard then drinks. Let's try the temple first." With out waiting for an answer he starts for the temple.
She nodded at word there would be no deed. "We have no need to watch the construction, mistress. We will see the property when it is completed. Thank you for your time." Seka politely inclined her head to the young woman and made to leave.
"I will come to the temple for answers, but not for drinks. It has been a long trek to town and I would sleep over imbibe."
You four should go get checked as well, you were also dealing with undead. She let's you all leave bidding you good night. You decide to head to the blacksmith first, in hopes of catching it before the shop closes.
Stepping form the deck of the mayor's ship home to the decks of the city, you feel more stable than you did. Nothing much has changed from when you went in to now, the cities pretty quiet, the star's in the sky are bright and shining. The walk through town is a short jaunt through the merchant district, you come to the shop Ammon's Armory. To your surprise the Forge is lit bright as day and active unlike most of the other shops around right now.
She noted the Mayor's advice regarding getting a thorough examination after their dealings with the Undead. At the temple, once we are done with the blacksmith.
She moved with the others until they came to Ammon's Armoury.
"Good eve, Smithy," Seka steadily called forth unto the shop. "We seek your expert and discreet counsel on an item in our possession."
You walk in to the Smithy, the young man before you a pale skinned Tiefling, a tail happily swaying like that of a dog's, his hands and forearm's are scaled like's a dragons. He looks over to you all smiling, Sure, I'll do what i can, may i see the object?
Ikkit takes out the shard and shows the smith.
Zheng grumps a little at the extra company he seems to have brought along. nevertheless, he procures the shard of the holy blade and shows it to the smith.
Seka waited as her two companions revealed their respective shards and looked to the Smithy, "What do you make of these?"
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The smith takes one of the shards, a look of curiosity and wonder Follow me please he asks politely, moving quickly up a flight of stairs to what looks like a small library, the walls lined with books.
The Smith Ammon, takes one of the books off the shelf quickly scanning through pages. Aha, i knew i recognized metal like this. Ammon puts the book down on a table, pointing at a specific entry. Elysium, or at least a couple fragments of it. Both the metal and magic match what are described in the legends. He hands the Fragments back, closing the book be careful with those and whatever you do don't combine the shards if your looking to collect them. THe blade was broken for a reason.
Upon closer inspection you notice around 80% of the books in the room are myths, children stories, and fiction in general. The book Ammon currently holds reads Swords through the ages
" Magic? Of what sort?" Zheng inquires, flipping the metal in his hands.
Targan
Targan glances at the book collection curiously but doesn't speak. He yawns a bit and tries to stay awake.
The legends describe it as holy magic, magic that will purge the world of any and all thing's it considers evil. When all together it possesses a will of it's own, and chooses a wielder to carry out it's goal's. Ammon explains
"So the metal is sentient?"
She noted the Smithy's words not to unite the shards and reform the sword. When word turned to the reformed sword selecting its wielder, Seka silently pondered the meaning when she heard Zheng's question.
Once it is bound to a wielder, it should gain some kind of personality. Ammon answer's Zheng
Targan wracks his tired brain.
"Father should have mentioned something about this"
Zheng mutters
It's not really a big deal if you haven't heard about this you know, it's an old story... i'm kind of in to old stories about swords, weapons, most magical artifact's really. i can tell you a bit about what i know if you want,. If not i'm going to be getting to work, i usually work my forge at night.
Long ago a holy blade was crafted that would eat the souls of those slain by it. originally it was crafted to fight demon, devils, and generally evil monsters that are normally difficult to put down.
This power lead to the corruption of the blade and it's wielder eventually. In turn another blade was crafted to destroy it.
This event lead to the death of many people and eventually both blades faded into legend.
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Recollecting some old piece of lore, Seka turned and shared her knowledge of the holy blade,
"I remember something. Long ago, a holy blade was crafted to eat the souls of those slain by it. It was used to fight demons, devils and other fell monsters that were difficult to kill. The power of the blade became corrupted and in turn its wielder. So another blade was crafted to destroy the first one. This led to many deaths, and, with time, both blades faded into legend."
" So this particular shard belongs to which sword?" Zheng asks, quite confused at this point
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That's exactly right miss, you seem to know your history. Though unfortunately even i don't know which these belong too. The problem with legends and stuff like this is once these blades are broken the only way to tell which is which is to reforge it...A holy blade that turned evil and an unholy blade used for good, what a weird legend...Well if you ever need any help with smithing or what not come and find me. Feel free to do whatever you need to i have to go get to work, and good luck with whatever your trying to do. With that hte young man leaves the bunch of you in the room and heads down stairs to his forge.
" perhaps the temple will have more answers to offer?" Zheng suggests
"Thank you for your help," Seka inclined her head to the Smithy. Most cordial Tiefling I have come across in many years... she mused silently.
Looking to the males and hearing Zheng, she responded, "Aye, let us make our way to the Temple."
Heading back through the town, large lit torches line the roads lighting up Greywater for the few people that are out. The group heads in the direction of the Temple finding it rather easily, as it makes no effort to be hidden,
Large wooden doors and lit torches adorn the front of the stone building as you arrive.
Seka knocked and waited a moment before steadily/politely calling out, "Good eve. We seek guidance from the priests of the temple. May we enter?"
Zheng bumbles along, Letting Seka do all the talking
A young priest, a half elf man with dressed in white robes . his hair seems to have a slight forest green tinge. Adorning his white robes two different religious symbols. Evening, He says opening the large doors, Yeah come on in, you are out pretty late.
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"Thank you, Curate." Seka entered, her eyes scanning the interior of the stone building.
"My name is Seka. My companions and I seek your knowledge of two blades forged: a corrupted, soul-eating holy blade and another forged to destroy it. Do you know of this legend and can you tell us more? We have discovered shards we believe to be part of one or both the swords, if you care to look at them and aid us in learning more?"