The Knight returns.

[Nandon]

William stood at the prow of the elven ship he had first taken to the northern lands, The sword which he had searched for for so long, Was finally in his hands. William himself appeared gray, His eyes appeared to hold a far off vacant gaze, And he seemed to have drawn into himself, All his men had survived the trip, But they as well appeared gray, there motions where like clock work, They lacked the passion that filled them before, And they often did the bare minimum to achieve tasks.

William sighed slightly. As in the distance he noticed land, A land he had been gone from for a long time. The sword spoke to him. “You finally return home Sir William, Your adventure has come to a end, And now you will be free to bring peace to the world!” The sword glowed slightly as it spoke. And as he looked up he was confronted by one of the elven spell casters, They had been the hardest to break. But break they had, And now they served the blade now. And they would all die to protect it, And its holder.

As the ship drew closer to the shore, William once again turned around, His clothing was stained and wrinkled, Even ripped in several places, And it appeared he hadn’t bathed in several days, But no one cared. The sword didn’t care, And William was entirely at the mercy of the blade.

[Brenton]

((Lol one possessed by a sword meets another possessed by a sword. For the first few posts Shaelren will win out and hold his own against the Hero.))

The boy stood in the trees trying so desperately to hide the Blade of the Nether from sight but it was impossible to do. Such a blade could not be hidden when it radiated an aura of pure evil and glowed with black hatred like the void of nothingness it wished to create from the world. Yet the sword was not the reason that Shaelren wished to hide the Blade from view. No, that was too simple of an explanation. He was fearful of what would happen when he lost control again and the Hero took control of his body, killing more people who looked at him unsuspecting. So far he had wiped out an entire city just because he was their lord and then he hid there for awhile but after that he remembered nothing. Nothing until he awoke at Ellesmera once again with a terrible sinking feeling in his stomach.

Now he stood there in his richly colored attire that was stained with mud and dirt while his face was covered with dirt, trying to see past the anger and hatred. He knew that he was a good person but where had this person who killed so easily come from if not from him and why was it only when he touched the Blade that he felt it? Some things could never be answered and this was one of those things. Shaelren saw the ship sailing up and quickly gritted his teeth as his eyes flashed black for a quick second.

"They are simple fools for sailing into this land so joyously like they have no care in the world. Take them now Shaelren, while they are unsuspecting, or I will control you to kill them myself." The Hero spoke in the boy's mind and Shaelren gritted his teeth harder until he calmed down enough to shake his head and drop onto the ground where the ship would land. Better to wait for them to arrive so he could get full control of his mind instead of potentially killing them.