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<blockquote data-quote="Jon Potter" data-source="post: 4279872" data-attributes="member: 2323">[PLAIN][Realms #439a] Speaking With the Dead[/PLAIN]Shamalin rushed to Ayremac's side, eyes wide. &quot;Ixin?&quot; she repeated, staring at the sword in his hands, but there was no response. Confused and disappointed, the Mercybringer's eyes looked from the sword to Ayremac. &quot;It was Ixin, wasn't it?&quot; He shrugged.&quot;It sounded like her,&quot; he admitted then looked more closely at the sword. &quot;And I can still sense... a... presence. Maybe you need to hold the sword to talk to it.&quot; He handed the blade to the cleric and she nearly dropped it, it was so heavy.&quot;Speak our names and we will answer,&quot; the chorus of voices said in harmony. There were at least two other voices, both male, besides Ixin's.&quot;Ixin?&quot; Shamalin tried, tentatively and the drakeling's voice answered.&quot;Yes,&quot; it said and Shamalin looked up quickly at the others before turning her attention to the blade in her hands.&quot;By what... magic... do you speak to us?&quot; the cleric asked.&quot;By the magic of the samsara sword,&quot; Ixin answered. &quot;It has the power to take souls... hold them... move them about... destroy them...&quot;&quot;Who else is in there?&quot; Huzair asked, but the sword didn't respond. The mage looked at Shamalin and made a prompting motion with his hands. &quot;Ask her who else is in there,&quot; he told her and she did.&quot;We are three,&quot; Ixin answered. &quot;Harcourt, Son of Froigrin, devoted of Azril, and Sir Dagemar of Guntisford, Inquisitor General of Calaam. All are held by the sword.&quot; There was something achingly melancholy about the way Ixin's voice answered that touched Shamalin's heart.&quot;The wielder of this sword is destroyed,&quot; she said, looking down at Alechtus. &quot;What can be done to release you?&quot;&quot;There are but two ways out of the sword: rebirth and consumption,&quot; the drakeling answered. &quot;The sword can release a soul into a suitable body if the proper magics are wrought. Or the sword can devour the soul outright, sharing a bit of that power with its wielder. Such is the way of the samsara sword.&quot;&quot;What do you know of this?&quot; Shamalin whispered urgently to Ayremac. &quot;Can their souls be somehow trapped within this sword?&quot; The holy warrior looked nervous, his lips set in a line as he pondered.&quot;It's possible,&quot; he said after a moment. &quot;Wasn't that one of the abilities attributed to Sir Roland of Leer's sword?&quot;&quot;You mean Blood-drinker?&quot; Morier asked and Ayremac nodded. The Eldritch Warrior chuckled then, saying, &quot;That sword was supposedly forged by the gods themselves at the dawn of time. It was an artifact of unprecedented power. This is just-&quot;&quot;Patterned after that blade,&quot; Doctor Akerman finished for him. The mage had the loupe at the end of his staff against his eye as he looked at the sword. &quot;I should have seen it before. The single-edged blade, saw-toothed... bone inlays complete with blood groove... It's got all the hallmarks of Brypur Vutha-isk's work. And it's clearly been anointed in godsblood.&quot;&quot;What?&quot; Huzair asked and the Doctor looked up at him.&quot;It was enchanted by one of Memento Mori's founding members,&quot; he said. &quot;So I suppose that a good claim could be made that it belongs to us. I've little doubt that Loremaster Starsoul would dearly like to have it in our archives.&quot;--------------------It's a little short this week, but the next one is lengthy and full of ultimatums, betrayals, and lasting ramifications.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Jon Potter, post: 4279872, member: 2323"] [b][PLAIN][Realms #439a] Speaking With the Dead[/PLAIN][/b] Shamalin rushed to Ayremac's side, eyes wide. "Ixin?" she repeated, staring at the sword in his hands, but there was no response. Confused and disappointed, the Mercybringer's eyes looked from the sword to Ayremac. "It was Ixin, wasn't it?" He shrugged. "It sounded like her," he admitted then looked more closely at the sword. "And I can still sense... a... presence. Maybe you need to hold the sword to talk to it." He handed the blade to the cleric and she nearly dropped it, it was so heavy. "Speak our names and we will answer," the chorus of voices said in harmony. There were at least two other voices, both male, besides Ixin's. "Ixin?" Shamalin tried, tentatively and the drakeling's voice answered. "Yes," it said and Shamalin looked up quickly at the others before turning her attention to the blade in her hands. "By what... magic... do you speak to us?" the cleric asked. "By the magic of the samsara sword," Ixin answered. "It has the power to take souls... hold them... move them about... destroy them..." "Who else is in there?" Huzair asked, but the sword didn't respond. The mage looked at Shamalin and made a prompting motion with his hands. "Ask her who else is in there," he told her and she did. "We are three," Ixin answered. "Harcourt, Son of Froigrin, devoted of Azril, and Sir Dagemar of Guntisford, Inquisitor General of Calaam. All are held by the sword." There was something achingly melancholy about the way Ixin's voice answered that touched Shamalin's heart. "The wielder of this sword is destroyed," she said, looking down at Alechtus. "What can be done to release you?" "There are but two ways out of the sword: rebirth and consumption," the drakeling answered. "The sword can release a soul into a suitable body if the proper magics are wrought. Or the sword can devour the soul outright, sharing a bit of that power with its wielder. Such is the way of the samsara sword." "What do you know of this?" Shamalin whispered urgently to Ayremac. "Can their souls be somehow trapped within this sword?" The holy warrior looked nervous, his lips set in a line as he pondered. "It's possible," he said after a moment. "Wasn't that one of the abilities attributed to Sir Roland of Leer's sword?" "You mean Blood-drinker?" Morier asked and Ayremac nodded. The Eldritch Warrior chuckled then, saying, "That sword was supposedly forged by the gods themselves at the dawn of time. It was an artifact of unprecedented power. This is just-" "Patterned after that blade," Doctor Akerman finished for him. The mage had the loupe at the end of his staff against his eye as he looked at the sword. "I should have seen it before. The single-edged blade, saw-toothed... bone inlays complete with blood groove... It's got all the hallmarks of Brypur Vutha-isk's work. And it's clearly been anointed in godsblood." "What?" Huzair asked and the Doctor looked up at him. "It was enchanted by one of Memento Mori's founding members," he said. "So I suppose that a good claim could be made that it belongs to us. I've little doubt that Loremaster Starsoul would dearly like to have it in our archives." -------------------- It's a little short this week, but the next one is lengthy and full of ultimatums, betrayals, and lasting ramifications. [/QUOTE]

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