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Fish had perculiar mannerisms. It had never had the chance to observe them so closely. Or for so long. Schools of them sifted around it, larger ones eating smaller ones, smaller ones flitting between one another, in an endless, meandering circle of natural cycles. It was enough to drive one...

Bubbles spewed like an eddying curse on the water's surface. The sword sunk and sunk, until its tip touched the murky bottom, fouled by nature's muddy embrace. And there, it seethed once again. It had only managed to traverse a mile or two at most from its original position. Now, hidden by...

The sword paused - perhaps from the endearing attempts at swinging it against the tree, perhaps from Ispir's question. After tasting bark rather than flesh, it finally sneered an answer: "My wielders have all been pathetic, thus far. At least those I remember. You would ask me to choose among...

Perhaps the sword sensed some trick a-foot. It certainly sensed the new tension from Ispir through his arms. But regardless, even if it knew it was being played, it couldn't help but indulge in glorifying its own achievements. "If you seek stories, I can indeed regale you. In the hands of...

"A cult, you say?" It tasted on that prospect, flares licking its enchanted steel like one might lick their lips. "Intriguing . . ." "Anything made from the elements of this world I can destroy. Cowards who summon creatures to fight for them are no different. They will all *burn* before me...

It wondered whether it should dignify this question with an answer. "Whatever mortality I may have had, I have shed long ago, human. I have become something far greater than you can fathom. Rulers now tremble in my wake. But I'm sure you are already aware of this." There was a hollow quality...

Finally. It was moving again. It could feel life course and pump through the veins in his hand, travelling up his wrist and arm, and nearly grasp the agitated flutter of his tiny heart - it could almost smell the spring bloom of the Falwood through his nostrils. It was invigorating - positively...

The sword was not as heavy as the bard might have thought. Evidently crafted from a different material than regular steel, hailing from a more elegant time. The length of the blade however, might still prove cumbersome. As Ispir talked and talked, the aquamarine, ingratiating colours bled from...

A pause dangled between them, like a corpse dangling from a gallows, swaying with morbid history. This lapse of words could be interpreted as surprise, had the blade any facial gestures to offer. A charitable soul. It should have been a welcome change, compared to what it had seen in this new...

A long stretch of silence and nothing but the ambience of the forest playing its own tune. After the crash and discordant sound of banging instruments, an orb of silence seemed to encompass the slim bard, a single finger on its leather. The hilt sported new, dark leather of fine make, unlike the...

The humble stone plinked off of the immaculate steel, and the forest held its breath. The trees remembered, though no human did. But nothing seemed to happen. The magpie sang on, not a care in the world. A pair of squirrels slowly approached too, hoping food to drop off the human. The only...

Ispir's search would reveal little in the way of survivors. The half-incinerated skull gawped up at him helplessly, its disentigrated jaw locked in an eternal - and final - scream. The crumbled saddle covered some of the horse's ribcage - the bones looking cleaned like from a spit at a hearty...

A splinter of glinting steel in a scar of scorched earth. The eye of the magpie caught it, attracted by its glow. But when it landed, it found to its bestial disappointment nothing but burnt trees and the glint of a massive blade catching the sunlight. The glade was rendered into a black husk...

A looming shadow made it to my unwilling lair, trudging up ancient steps. At first, I mistook it for another wayward creature of the forest - perhaps a bear or some massive wolf. But its two-legged stagger and heavy breathing set it apart, vest still smoking as if having escaped from a fire. A...

Ummonbrax happily dangled the second man between its claws, a wriggling fish caught on its hook. His legs might be broken, but he could still crawl by his arms, which would make for delightful sport. The dragon enjoyed its meals best when they were clinging on for life. But its eye had caught...