OOC: Is it okay for the halberd to have frightening magical properties due to the materials and secret manner in which it was forged?
OOC: There isn't really anyone alive with the capability to forge an item with magical power of that magnitude, but it can have some minor magical properties.
OOC: Is it okay for the halberd to have frightening magical properties due to the materials and secret manner in which it was forged?
OOC: There isn't really anyone alive with the capability to forge an item with magical power of that magnitude, but it can have some minor magical properties.
OOC:What if the weapon was old enough to have powers of that magnitude, that Ackar was not aware of?
If you recall, he found it sitting in a dragon's lair.
OOC: There isn't really anyone alive with the capability to forge an item with magical power of that magnitude, but it can have some minor magical properties.
OOC:What if the weapon was old enough to have powers of that magnitude, that Ackar was not aware of?
If you recall, he found it sitting in a dragon's lair.
OOC: It probably wouldn't be. Most of those are protected or hidden in some way. But it could have some moderate magical properties. Tell me what you have in mind.
OOC:What if the weapon was old enough to have powers of that magnitude, that Ackar was not aware of?
If you recall, he found it sitting in a dragon's lair.
OOC: It probably wouldn't be. Most of those are protected or hidden in some way. But it could have some moderate magical properties. Tell me what you have in mind.
OOC: For it perhaps to have the ability to speak with the voice of the dragon it was made from, and for it to be able to spawn fiery tendrils from the blade at its own discretion
OOC: It probably wouldn't be. Most of those are protected or hidden in some way. But it could have some moderate magical properties. Tell me what you have in mind.
OOC: For it perhaps to have the ability to speak with the voice of the dragon it was made from, and for it to be able to spawn fiery tendrils from the blade at its own discretion
OOC: That's fine, as long as the tendrils can't do much more than flail around. They can hit stuff, but not very accurately, and they cant' grab stuff/people.
...Suddenly, as Jeorge bears Kiril down the halls... a voice from the weapon speaks.
"...What do you think you are doing with me, dragon-slaver?"
Jeorge looks at the weapon in surprise and almost drops it. But after a moment, he steels himself and responds. "I am doing my job, my duty for the Dragon Kingdom." He resumes walking.
OOC: This is all happening during the night, shortly after Amvion spoke with Ackar.
...Suddenly, as Jeorge bears Kiril down the halls... a voice from the weapon speaks.
"...What do you think you are doing with me, dragon-slaver?"
Jeorge looks at the weapon in surprise and almost drops it. But after a moment, he steels himself and responds. "I am doing my job, my duty for the Dragon Kingdom." He resumes walking.
OOC: This is all happening during the night, shortly after Amvion spoke with Ackar.
Jeorge looks at the weapon in surprise and almost drops it. But after a moment, he steels himself and responds. "I am doing my job, my duty for the Dragon Kingdom." He resumes walking.
OOC: This is all happening during the night, shortly after Amvion spoke with Ackar.
"And what is your job... petty mortal...?"
"I was there, when we fought the Xains. I watched, as they destroyed each army we sent against them. I fought, alongside my fellow Dragon Knights, and as each of my companions fell, I fought harder. I alone emerged from that battle, from the dozens who had entered. I survived for a purpose. I must protect the Dragon Kingdom. That is my job, axe." Jeorge reaches the vault where he is to put the weapon.
"I was there, when we fought the Xains. I watched, as they destroyed each army we sent against them. I fought, alongside my fellow Dragon Knights, and as each of my companions fell, I fought harder. I alone emerged from that battle, from the dozens who had entered. I survived for a purpose. I must protect the Dragon Kingdom. That is my job, axe." Jeorge reaches the vault where he is to put the weapon.
"That is *KIRIL* to you, WHELP!"
A fiery tendril spawned from the weapon, and slapped Jeorge's hand.
"RETURN ME TO SERVICE *AT ONCE.*" it demanded, "YOU SHALL NOT SUBJUGATE ME AS YOU HAVE MY PROGENY!"
"I was there, when we fought the Xains. I watched, as they destroyed each army we sent against them. I fought, alongside my fellow Dragon Knights, and as each of my companions fell, I fought harder. I alone emerged from that battle, from the dozens who had entered. I survived for a purpose. I must protect the Dragon Kingdom. That is my job, axe." Jeorge reaches the vault where he is to put the weapon.
"That is *KIRIL* to you, WHELP!"
A fiery tendril spawned from the weapon, and slapped Jeorge's hand.
"RETURN ME TO SERVICE *AT ONCE.*" it demanded, "YOU SHALL NOT SUBJUGATE ME AS YOU HAVE MY PROGENY!"
Jeorge cries out and drops the axe. "Kiril, then." He kneels down, but doesn't yet try to pick it back up. "You keep talking about subjugation. Who's been subjugated?"
A fiery tendril spawned from the weapon, and slapped Jeorge's hand.
"RETURN ME TO SERVICE *AT ONCE.*" it demanded, "YOU SHALL NOT SUBJUGATE ME AS YOU HAVE MY PROGENY!"
Jeorge cries out and drops the axe. "Kiril, then." He kneels down, but doesn't yet try to pick it back up. "You keep talking about subjugation. Who's been subjugated?"
"...My brood of course. You carry the image of my kind, and you even have the arrogance to break and ride one of them."
Jeorge cries out and drops the axe. "Kiril, then." He kneels down, but doesn't yet try to pick it back up. "You keep talking about subjugation. Who's been subjugated?"
"...My brood of course. You carry the image of my kind, and you even have the arrogance to break and ride one of them."
A grin appears on Jeorge's face. He begins to laugh. "Oh. Oh, I understand now. You don't know anything, do you? Have you ever talked to Gor'El? He's happy with us, happy with Xavic. I've always been told we wear this symbol because we respect dragons, respect their power. You are no dragon. A formidable weapon to be sure, one a warrior would be proud to wield, but not a dragon." He opens the door to the vault and kicks the axe through. "Goodbye, Kiril." He closes the door and leaves.
