[Wolf_Lady17]

For creature comfort.

[Loaka of the Wind]

The mountain range stood solidly between two towns, dividing them cleanly. It was a rocky, dry landscape, where only hardy plants and hardier animals lived. It ranges from foothills of broken rock to a snow-capped peak that cuts the sky like a dagger, a white knife thrust at the gods by the ground itself. Through this mountain range are a number of paths, passes and make-shift tunnels, the necessities of two neighbouring villages. Some are well-trodden paths, clear-cut and mostly free of danger, paths to allow villagers to trade goods, services and gossip.

However, some of these paths are lesser known, cut into dangerous terrain or too close to the rumoured den of a beast, visited only by the brave, the foolhardy or the criminal. It was on one of these paths, several nights past, that a mysterious object streaked through the midnight sky and landed with a thunderous crash in the middle of a path. A great-sword of a deep grey steel and ornate design lay embedded blade-first in the rock of the path, directly in the path of any who would cross. It was incredibly ornate, inscribed with magical marks and decorated with gold, silver and a strangely designed grip of bronze, similar in pattern to a turtle’s shell. A solid cross-guard of the same steel of the blade was embedded with a massive diamond at its centre, visible from both sides of the blade. A strange black mark inside seemed to swivel and turn, like an eye searching for something. Somehow, the blade seemed to be waiting.

Recently, a rumour had been arising in both of the towns, popular way-stations for adventurers, gossips and traders alike. Balls of flame and strikes of lightning had been flaring from deep in these paths, bursting into the sky at night. No one has had the courage to investigate, wary of a powerful wizard, but the rumour has been spread through town.
Something is waiting in the mountain pass.

[woodfeather the patchwork]

a winged wolf streaked through the path running at full speed.she stopped suddenly at the sight of th sword ” what the?” she said as she passed it envying those with hands.

[Loaka of the Wind]

The inset diamond pulsed with internal light, the dark circle contained within pivoting to stare at the strange beast. It looked around for a moment, flicking this way and that, before locking on to the wolf. The silent night was cold, with snow threatening this little path in the imminent future.

What a strange beast.

A voice came from everywhere and nowhere, as though from the mountain itself. It was a deep, powerful voice with a metallic resonance that spoke slowly, carefully.

Perhaps you may yet prove to be useful. Draw the sword from the stone. It matters not how.

The sword shook and shuddered for a moment, but it seemed stuck within the rock. It was clearly magical, perhaps even some sort of legendary artefact! Though it would take a little effort to free it, what was there to lose?

[woodfeather the patchwork]

The winged wolf looked at it studying it. It could be evil.. should i? thought the wolf before hestitantly biting on the handle and pulling it*

[Loaka of the Wind]

It was wedged tight in the ground, but it felt like someone else was pulling at the blade to free it. As soon as the wolf had released it from the stone it had stuck itself in, the blade pulled itself out the rest of the way. It was a lot longer than it had looked at first, no simple great-sword but a two-handed blade, two metres long in total. The arcane inscriptions on its sides seemed to glow with a deep purple light as the blade hovered out of the hole and remained mere centimetres from the ground.

Thank you for assisting me, creature, the blade intoned. I sense you are a creature of intellect. I am Turmkligne, the Tower Blade. Can you speak?