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Message: <blockquote data-quote="The Bashar" data-source="post: 5636290" data-attributes="member: 100644">Hrimr looks at the dead witch after Arnir finishes her off.  She was a vile evil thing, all the poor souls who's mortal remains littered their home attested to this.  She deserved her fate.As the rest of the party speaks with Katrina, Hrimr hears the rustle of leaves and the creaking of wood behind him.  He turns around and sees nothing.  He finds it odd, it sounded like a whole forest was behind him.As the party piles back into the boat he hears the sounds of songbirds, but he can't locate them. He begins to wonder if one of the arcane casters is playing with him. The boat trip back to camp is uneventful, he doesn't hear any further strange sounds.As the boats are tied up and Hrimrs feet touch the water he is struck by a vision.  He hears the rustle of leaves and the singing of song birds.  He sees a Dryad and an Elf woman standing before a large tree.  The Elf woman seems to be pleading with the Dryad.  With a look of concern the Dryad nods and walks up to the tree.  She touches a large branch with one hand and taps it with the other.  Without a noise the branch detaches from the tree. The Dryad takes the branch to the edge of a pool and thrusts it into the water. Small branches and leaves begin to grow out of the side of it.  The Dryad steps back and speaks to the Elf woman: "Touch it and tell it what you want it to be"Hrimr gasps and he comes back to his reality in the swamp.  He realizes what he must do.  He grabs the wooden great sword from his back and thrusts it into the water at his feet.  The great sword begins to grow branches and leaves.  Hrimr grabs the hilt and says:"Become the weapon of my forefather; a hammer to crush the skulls of the Orcs"With that the sword loses its shape and becomes completely covered in leaves.  The leaves begin to change colour, to a deep red, and then fall from the weapon.  When they completely fall off a wooden warhammer remains in the hand of Hrimr.</blockquote>

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