The Drow War Book One - Chillhame

[Evil Ujio]

“Well, there is only one way to find out,” Kyalia says while standing up. “Let's dig it out!”

Father Bronson sighs, “Well best to get to it then, since you all seem so eager.”

The rest of the afternoon is taking up by searching for the exact spot and then excavating the sword, which isn't overly difficult, just time consuming. Father Bronson is particular though that the party does not make a mess of things and soon the blade, or at least the tattered wrapped bundle that it was placed in is unearthed.

“By, Pelor, you were right,” he says in shock as he cradles the blade and places it on the table. The buzzing in your ears continues, and the tingly feeling intensifies as he unwraps the blade, the silvery blade gleams in the light, and the hilt is simple with a crystal fitted into the pommel. The blade looks sharp as if someone has just sharpened it for battle.

Father Bronson whistles, “Perfect condition… simply amazing.”

 

[Thanee]

Kyalia

“The blade seems eager to be put to use once more as well,” Kyalia remarks, after looking at the perfect blade for a while. “Remarkable. There is no sign of wear at all.”

 

[Festy_Dog]

Saxon's surprise is evident.

"Truly, that must be a powerful weapon," he concedes.

He reaches down to Mzarem, who's curiosity is peaked by everyone's attention on a single shiny thing, and gives the wolf a comforting scratch on the head.

 

[Endur]

Laurel adds, "Well, Kyalia, why don't you pick up the blade and try it out?"

 

[Ranger Rick]

"Do you think that sword is meant for one of us to use? Maybe we should all try it?"

 

[Thanee]

Kyalia

“It surely is meant for us... as we are meant to continue, what he had begun.”

Kyalia nods to Laurel and moves towards the table. The cleric stops for a moment there, probably to gather herself and concentrate, then reaches down to pick up the sword.

She holds it high and turns it left and right, watching the light dance off the beautiful blade.

 

[Evil Ujio]

“It surely is meant for us... as we are meant to continue, what he had begun.”

Kyalia nods to Laurel and moves towards the table. The cleric stops for a moment there, probably to gather herself and concentrate, then reaches down to pick up the sword.

She holds it high and turns it left and right, watching the light dance off the beautiful blade.

The blade is cool in her hands, the tingling sensation and the slight buzzing dull for a moment, then there is a surge of power through Kyalia into the blade, it is not blinding though, strangely. The blade glimmers with a white glow before it subsides. Images of battles won and lost race through your minds; a chilling kernel of knowledge alerts you that not always has the Light succeeded in this eternal battle of the Light versus the Dark…

Father Bronson mouths something inaudible is simply stunned. Outside the party can hear a commotion as two voices a man and woman call out desperately two names, Macky and Shaun.

The sword is a Longsword +1, and within 24 hours will be attuned to Kyalia unless she gives the blade to someone else.

 

[Thanee]

Kyalia

Kyalia hears the sound of the voices, but she does not recognize them, still too overwhelmed by the sword's legacy. Her eyes remain focused on the blade, her mind tries to comprehend the images it had sent them to see.


OOC: Well, being the only one with reasonably decent melee capability, the task of wielding the sword certainly falls to Kylia, anyways.

 

[Endur]

Laurel goes outside the church to see what is going on, relying on her keen elven eyes and ears to see and hear things that others might miss (+8 to spot and listen).

 

[Evil Ujio]

Laurel goes outside the church to see what is going on, relying on her keen elven eyes and ears to see and hear things that others might miss (+8 to spot and listen).

Laurel rolls an 11 total on her Listen check and a 13 on her Spot check.

Laurel’s keen eyes and ears easily pick out the parents of Macky and Shaun looking distraught as other villagers gather in the village center. The woman, a brown haired matron with a plump figure sobs as her taller husband consoles her.

The man speaks to the villagers, “Has anyone seen Macky and Shaun they have been gone far too long picking nuts for our evening supper. I have looked in the fields and have not found much of them… I just hope they did not go the mines, I have warned those kids time and time again!”

The woman sobs as the peasants murmur, some of them looking in the direction of the strangers in their midst.