The others start to file out, Cyan still giving the tomb a look over from where she stands, and Barakas standing defiantly before the ghost.
"Come on!" the others call out, but the sea sorcerer needs to know if he is on the right trail.
The ghost levels its sword at the blue skinned tiefling and gives him both the information he seeks and a grim warning. "You are neither noble or pure of spirit demon-man." he pauses as if coming to a decision. "But a blade cannot be held responsible for those who wield it. And I feel the powers that wish to wield you, to use you as a weapon against their enemy."
He turns his gaze to Cyan for a moment. "Stormblade you are named and it is fitting for what is to come." Returning his gaze to Barakas he raises his sword high and it flares to life with a bright bluish green light. "Thus I will name you Barakas of No-Ship, Captain to No-Crew, Sea Sorcerer of No-God."
He brings the sword down and the light leaps from the blade to the tiefling before he can dodge out of the way. It engulfs Barakas, but to him it doesn't hurt more than being in the crows nest during a storm. He feels the rain, the electricity of the storm, the coldness of the wind upon him and he embraces it all.
From the entrance way the others only see the bright bluish-green light and in its center stands Barakas. When it finally dies down and the spots clear before their eyes Barakas looks unchanged, unhurt, indeed their is a grin across his face as if he has just learned all the secrets of the world.
Lord Sevond stands tall before Barakas and then slowly begins to fade. "Jolliver Grimjaw has turned from pirate to bandit and operates along the Carin Road. He will lead you to your true quarry Blade of the Tempest....
...Barakas Stormsword."
