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*mentally* Scirocco, is the hammer corrupted?*

Most definitely. Designed to bend the will of the wielder to their own purposes, these weapons twist the mind and leave nothing but a strong arm at the end of a gibbering idiot.

*What organization, Scirocco?*

We are an ancient order, once loyal priests of the Queen of Raam. Raam fell into chaos when the Umbral Whore murdered her, and with our waning power we embedded out spirits within these powerful items for safe keeping, biding out time and gathering strength.

We seek to return her both to life and to rightful rule; our rewards will be without number.

I don’t like the idea of splitting up, Holdrus, but that man was Larcos. He used to be a leader in our organization, before being brainwashed by our enemies. If he’s a free agent again, we could really use someone like him.

Scirocco, what do you sense of these new weapons?

The Maul and the bracers are long time allies, and the loss of the staff is a terrible tragedy. The others will pay dearly, the crown, the sword, and the gythka are all pawns. Servants of the enemy, the usurper.

Maybe they fled through the hole with them? I don’t like the look of this.

In a low whisper, “You know Holdrus, I never knew what anyone meant by “bird brain” before this adventure.”

Steel? I don't think I get wet. I'm too quick!

Uhhh, tortoise? Is that some sort of metaphor I’m not privy to, or are you having an “episode?”

“We dare not waste any more time. Quickly Holdrus, through the door in the pool chamber before we are too late to rescue the others!”

Scirocco, what are the black weapons? Are they kin? Are they safe to wield?

They are indeed related. They are magic weapons of great power, and equally great curse. We should destroy them immediately.

This is met by cries of "Deceiver!" and "You lie!" from Radik's belt.

Holdrus blindsides the bellowing Templar, burying the beautiful, razor-sharp blade deep into the space under the man’s armpit, colored sparks trailing behind the weapon.

From the beak at the guard of the blade, it replies, “Nothing yet, I fear we may be too late. If so, we can still extract a grievous revenge.”