Post by Ghassan on Jul 29, 2012 15:51:07 GMT -5
Stories tell about a shrine of Ghassan at the foothills of the Massacre Mountains, and a fabled blade created by Ghassan himself: the Ghasenead.
Few adventurers dared trying their luck with the artifact, maybe because of the reputation of the mountains where it resides, maybe for thinking the powers of the sword are not worth the risk of the adventure, maybe else.
For the sword itself is not an ordinary one.
The blade is not even sharp, one could caress the edge endlessly with the only threat being that a hair thin layer of skin wears off their hand due to friction.
Well, not sharp in the ordinary way. For it may be blunt when the blade is resting, and it may be useless for a warrior, for fighting wars.
But when the wielder defends innocent life, the blade always strikes true, and cuts through not only flesh but even the thickest, strongest of armours as if they were no harder than flowing water. And if the wielder makes the ultimate sacrifice, taking their own life with the sword, they can revive one soul in return for their own life.
At the shrine stands a guardian: an obsidian statue of a robed, hooded man, faceless, leaning on a staff. Those seeking the Ghasenead will have to solve the riddle of the guardian, and if successful, they gain entry to the chamber where the artifact resides.
Also, there are three preconditions for those taking the trial. Their role is uncertain, maybe they serve as an offering, maybe to test the wit of the adventurer, maybe simply for the amusement of gods:
"Come on foot, yet walk not
Come clad, yet wear naught
Bring a gift, yet bring naught"
And the guardian awaits patiently for the brave...
Few adventurers dared trying their luck with the artifact, maybe because of the reputation of the mountains where it resides, maybe for thinking the powers of the sword are not worth the risk of the adventure, maybe else.
For the sword itself is not an ordinary one.
The blade is not even sharp, one could caress the edge endlessly with the only threat being that a hair thin layer of skin wears off their hand due to friction.
Well, not sharp in the ordinary way. For it may be blunt when the blade is resting, and it may be useless for a warrior, for fighting wars.
But when the wielder defends innocent life, the blade always strikes true, and cuts through not only flesh but even the thickest, strongest of armours as if they were no harder than flowing water. And if the wielder makes the ultimate sacrifice, taking their own life with the sword, they can revive one soul in return for their own life.
At the shrine stands a guardian: an obsidian statue of a robed, hooded man, faceless, leaning on a staff. Those seeking the Ghasenead will have to solve the riddle of the guardian, and if successful, they gain entry to the chamber where the artifact resides.
Also, there are three preconditions for those taking the trial. Their role is uncertain, maybe they serve as an offering, maybe to test the wit of the adventurer, maybe simply for the amusement of gods:
"Come on foot, yet walk not
Come clad, yet wear naught
Bring a gift, yet bring naught"
And the guardian awaits patiently for the brave...