Re: Night's Assailants: Valkyrian
Chapter four: Thrinmoore
Kandred walked through the woods, until he came to a point in the woods where it dropped into a cliff. At the bottom, which looked a lifetime away, there was a desert covered in snow. Kandred ran back twenty metres, and then sprinted at the cliff as fast as he could. He thought about eve
rything he hated, and the burden took effect. Feathers sprouted from his neck and arms, and he jumped off the cliff. He turned into a giant raven, and flew over the desert. He saw a town below, and he flew down to it. He was answered by volley after volley of orc arrows. Then his taint took over. He screiched, and hurtled vertically downwards at the village. He ripped the town apart with his wings, beak and talons. he flew away from the village and cliff, but an arrow whizzed up behind him and hit him in the neck. His form lighted with flame, and his elf form shot out of the burning raven. He rolled across the ground, getting snow through his clothes and he was cold to the bone.
He kapt on wandering for days, and he saw a figure on the horizon. He called at it, but it did not respond. Kandred sprinted, and thought about his hated things, waiting for the burden to affect on him. Nothing happened. He arn faster, nothing. Faster, nothing. Faster, nothing. Faster, now he was at the edge of his abilities. He tripped, and landed on the ground with a thud and the hurling of snow. He fell unconscious, and went limp.
The demi-god Thrinmoore walked up to Kandred's unconscious body.
"You are cursed, and I must resurect you if you die, but you are not dead yet; let us wait for fate to take hold."
Kandred awoke, and heard the man talking. He did not move a muscle, he did not breath, nor blink, he lay there with his eyes shut.
"I know that you are awake, Kandred."
Kandred dare not move.
"You may move, I mean you no harm."
Kandred's taint took hold. Sure, now die, thought Kandred, and he lept up, striking the man across the face. "Tainted flame!" Kandred raoed, and a black fire shot from his hand, scorching the man's face. "Tainted wind!" A black smoke shot at the man's thighs, knocking him over. Kandred picked up the man's sword, and stabbed him. Th man gasped, and his flesh turned to ash, leaving a black skeleton on the ground. Red smoke rose from the ashes and encircled the sword in Kandred's hand. The sword became unnaturally light, and Kandred lifted it with ease. He could not see the hilt nor the blade as they were engulfed in the smoke. Kandred tied the handle to his belt, and it hung there, dangling.
In the next few days Kandred discovered the power of this weapon, and called it Shadow. He could still not see the blade or hilt, but he was under the empression that it had changed under the smoke, for when he struck downwards with it like a hammer, it acted like a hammer, leaving a mark or dent on the object it striked, but when used like a sword, it would cut and stab, and it would also imitate a flail and a sheild, but always took the form of a sword with the shadow atop it. In the weeks to come, Kandred fell in love with shadow and began to call it 'my beloved' aswell as Shadow. It began to taint his mental and physical appearance. He saw everything like he used to in his first life, and he would kill whenever given the chance. His form was changed; his hair went soot black, and his sword hand- his right hand- had changed: its skin was black, and at the edge of his hand the black ckin would not just end flatly, but it swirled like snakes, and never stopped moving.
Although Kandred had only walked in one direction, he came across Thrinmoore's corpse.
"Hello Thrinmoore; like what has become of your sword? Say hello to Shadow!"
Kandred swung Shadow about, using her as a hammer, flail, and a sword, crushing the skeleton and ashes, which set on fire and then the smoke issued from it turned purple, and the flame went out, leaving no trace of its presence. The purple smoke engulfed Shadow's entire form, and suddenly it became unearthily heavy in Kandred's hands, and he dropped it. Shadow's shadow disappeared, leaving the sword on the ground. Shadow's form had changed completely from when it was a sword. It was now a broad sword, and the handle had became long enough for Kandred to hold it with both hands. Its handle was now curved backwards in the direction of the handle, and in the middle of it there was an amethyst. The pommel of the sword was an amethyst shaped into a small cube. at the top of the blade, the metal went purple, and then became amethyst, and then the amethyst snaked down the blade half way, where it stopped. At the base of the blade, it got wider, and it widened so much that it was nearly as wide as the hilt. A voice emenated from the sword,
"This sword is not Shadow, Kandred. It is Thrinmoore; I am trapped within it, making it a uneathily powerful wepaon. However: you must become very powerful to wield me, for my energies weigh it so much you cannot imagine. If you wish to wield me, you must set me into a wall. You must then remove me from the wall, lift the blade as far as your arms can stretch, with the tip of the blade pointing skyward. Then you must turn me around so that the point is pointing landward, keeping your hands as high as possible. Then thrust me downwards into a slab of granite, and the granite must split evenly in two. You must do this without dropping me once. Leave me stuck in the ground beneath the granite slab for a day and a night, then you may wield me. This is a ritual called Dringorn, perform it every day, else I shall vanish forever."