by Raleigh » Mon Sep 26, 2011 4:49 pm
Let me guess, Rin, correct? *He asks the person who had appeared.*
Ah yes, more info coming up. *Nosferatu forms in Raleigh's right hand. The moment it appears the usual whispers begin to pass through the heads of all nearby promising them power unending if they only take the sword.* I'm sure you all are familiar with my little weapon here and its various powers, curses that lure others to take it, and my protections against such. What not everyone knows is that I once created a cast of it in order to mold admittedly weaker but still similar swords once in the past. I had just finished when the people of this world, namely rival jealous smiths and angered nobles who I wouldn't work for, burst into my forge and killed me while destroying the cast. They seemed to have found some of my notes on another method of forging powerful weapons. Those notes have found the hands of a alchemist who has implemented them these millennium later but he isn't familiar with the magic of the era or the language. It would seem he forgot to place the proper controls into effect and the process has affected the whole of the planet turning all sentient life into weapons or to be more precise their bodies into weapons. They are still existing as the spirits of said items though thankfully and could possibly be restored.
I can't go, before anyone asks, because the process was designed to make almost slavishly devoted weapons keyed to serve myself. If I step foot on that world I'll have an entire world full of enslaved sentient weapons and I really don't need that.