0:00 – 0:11 Greeting.
0:12 – 0:46 Stories
0:47 – 1:10 OOC Chat
1:11 – 3:16 The Revenant, The Werebeast, and Their Sword Part 1.
3:17 – 7:59 Glamek Reflects.
8:00 – 11:36 The Revenant, The Werebeast, and their Sword Part 2.
There was a brutal battle between a werewolf slayer and his prey, a grey, wise werewolf. He’s been hunting this one for several years now.
It had cost the Hunter his wife, who couldn’t stay at home for some man who seemed destined find himself dead in the freezing wilderness instead of at home, in a warm bed, with her.
It had cost him several friends now too, as they had died leading up to this.
While the wolf was grey with age, it was scarred greatly. This meant it had survived many battles and was no push over.
But this man, he had a special advantage, his silver sword. This would be what would turn the tide. Finally and for the last time.
And indeed, the first time the blade bit home and drew blood, the werebeast howled angrily and attacked with such a rage that the hunter barely evaded the savage swipes.
After the second sword wound opened up, the wolf finally seemed to be slightly more apprehensive, stalking, almost thinking. But the man knew these beasts were thoughtless monsters, not human at this time.
So when he went to raise his blade over his head and come down with a final strike, he was surprised when the creature lunged forward and bit his forearm with a sickening CRUNCH.
The weapon clattered to the ground, as did the Hunter after a backhanded punch sent him to the floor.
When he woke up, the wolf that was before him was now a man, standing before him. He was in pain and bleeding...but not dead.
The Hunter had failed, and in that moment of irony. The man stood over the Hunter, and plunged the silver sword into his heart. The hunter was dead at the hands of his own silver weapon.
It was many, many moons after the Hunter had fallen, but the Grey Wolf moved on. But still the challengers came. They came and fell.
But no matter how long you wait, and how far you flee. You can’t hide from who you are, and what you’ve done.
But one day, he himself was eager to get back to Sovengarde and through an arduous journey, one for another day, he had freed himself of the changing curse.
In that journey, he brought that sword with him. A reminder of his savage days, and took up smithing. That sword one day, broke, the blade itself SNAPPING in two. This blade was fixed at the forge, newer and now more of him was poured into this blade, it’s new edge sharp and gleaming in the sunlight.
Later, the crossguard. Pommel. Handle, all broke, only to be replaced by his own personal upgrade. The sword was his just as it was, but at the same time, it seemed entirely new. It had transformed, in one way, but the sword’s history and meaning were what held value to the Man, Not the appearance. The weight was different, the feel. The soul and story of this sword sung to the heavens.
He now lived as a Man, not a wolf. So when one day, a necromancer attacked him, eager to claim the bounty of the Grey Wolf, the man tried to explain, and make amends, but they’d have none of it.
Finally, they came face to face, and next to the necromancer was an undead thrall who’s lifeless, blue and milky white eye suddenly flared red the moment, they locked on the man’s.
Without a word, the thrall shot it’s hand out and smashed the necromancer in the face with his axe.
There was a sickening thud and a bluish black flash. By all accounts, the thrall should have died. But instead it attacked the Man.
The two fought for several long minutes, both wounding one another heavily. Finally the man severed the head of the thrall and the lifeless body fell to the ground, and rolled to where the bleeding and dying man now sat down.
“You never should have hunted me to begin with. The choices you have made in your life have brought you here,” said the man to the head who by all measure of logic should be dead.
But the head’s eyes glowed a magic red, a hateful red. “That’s the...same sword...MY sword… The sword that killed me...”
The sentence ended as the Man died, and so too, did the Revanant’s hate.
But the real question is. Was that the SAME sword?
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