Cursed Blade Of Junin
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Title: Cursed Blade of Junin
Author: Firhoc Thenal
Smoke and fire, soot and ash.
Shadowed twilight come to pass.
Blackened symbols, glowing red
Wisps of Darkness 'round piles of dead.
D' man over dere, Fergush, wid da pretty green armor? 'e was here lasht night too. He come by after da sword. Did ya hear about da sword of Junin?"
I admitted I hadn't heard anything about Junin's sword. His axe, I'd heard had lopped heads off bodies all across Britannia, but I'd heard no mention of his sword.
"Oh, see, 'e brung 'is long sword in here...well, let m' see. 'e brung hisself in here, disguised like, an' sat down right dere. And den 'e jumps up, reveals himself like, and den sticks da table wit 'is sword! And den Fergus gets wind o' it, and comes by t' look at d' sword."
I payed renewed attention to the dialog between Fergus and the guard.
Fergus offered that he had something the guard should see, and handed over the sword. The guard looked at it a bit and then...well, get this! He started to try to hold this sword, as if to test its balance or some such, when it exploded! A trapped sword! Trapped against his Lordship's guard specifically, it seemed, or maybe set off remotely (for Junin himself was once again visiting incognito from time to time this night).
Halston leapt in pain and his hand looked charred. Knowing how tough Halston is and looking at the severity of the wound, many folk guessed it might have killed a lesser man. And the strange, strange sword?
A mangled mess.
Halston gave his hand over to a healer for treatment and promised to redouble his efforts to track the Followers.