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In the secure vaults concealed by several layers of lead and innumerous wards. Still pristine and flawless mirror-polished of the once dreaded weapon flashing as to still to shout a cry of defiance to the man in which hand it was held whenever a solitary ray of light hit it from the flickering cold blue light of the wall lamps. From the walls reached a myriad of artificial hands barbed and jagged. Maric offered the sword with the hilt first holding it by the crossguard and letting the long blade rest on his forearm. Chiming anxiously as it slid along his vambrace relecting his own visage grinning cruely as the hinge claimed it's prisoner. Like a crucified man it was fastened to the wall. A single droplet of moist straying from the hilt doward along the fuller.
With a curbed index finger he catched the droplet in a upward caressing and took it to his mouth with a sadistical glee beaming in his face as he devoured it. His hand falling sapless to his side faintly dangeling a few times until it lost momentum. Thinking of the practical means necessary to corrupt the blade and make it not an extention of his body but of his will.It would witness the suffering and ultimate ends of all that still adhered to the cause it once served. The lamantations forever bound to the blade ringing through the end of it's existence.
"I will drink your tears as you realise how the dream was always a nightmare. It was always lost. Thought the pains you will see the futility. Weep and weep deep. The flames of hate will ressurect you."
Turning to the opposite wall he veiwed the weapon which his spirit already sung in unison with. The awakened hunger, the Pankroth blade like the Lightbringer it had a portion of his soul. His bound flesh in form of his former main arm was the lesser tithe. But Lightbringer would not like this blade follow him willingly. He had to instill the same hatred for the creation within it as resided in him.
The warlock turned towards Lighbringer again to stroke it once with the back of his hand. "I will not be long. If you are lucky you will hear the oh so sweet screams of agony"
In the chambers beneath the Tower of Sealt Silias had been prepared for hearing and returned to fleah something he would wish had never been done.
Lightbringer's Entombment
