A Bloodied Kitchen Knife

[Heimdalic_Dreams]

Oi! Have ya heard the whispers? Spreading like wildfire from the East, they is! Just up above the Shadowlands, mind you!

They sayin' - and mind you, this is just what they're sayin' - that there was a ruckus up there! And get this; some scrawny, green-faced ORPHAN child, no older than a rabbit, tried to take on Varrach himself! Can you believe it? Varrach! The one they call the God-Slayer!

... See, word is, the place looked like a butcher's yard, some true blue warzone, with magic flaring and the ground cracking! Though, as you know with them magis, it could have just been a few fancy sparks, but it looked impressive to us simple folk watching, eh? Still, they swear many fell, though no one knows if by blade or spell, or just from sheer terror! Wahaha!

But here's the peculiar bi;  they claim this slip of a girl, this mere child, had something stolen from her by him. Something important, they say. What could it have been? A trinket? A memory? Her very soul, perhaps? Well, s'enough to try takin' em on mano-a-niñe, or however ya say it. Huh? It's still mano e mano...? Well, ya learn somethin' new, s'pose.  

Well, she fought him! A child, they say! Fought hard enough to make the earth tremble! But then, the strangest thing; they say Varrach, the demon-blooded imperfect himself, he... He talked her down! Can you imagine? Not a single blast, not a crushing curse ta lay her flat, just words! And she, the little whelp, she walked away! Not just walked, mind you, but with a souvenir of sorts! Some say a mark, some say a gift, ahhh, but others whisper... A pact.

How peculiar, eh?! Let's just pray that poor, mad girl takes a different path from now on. No good can come of picking fights with demigods and ancient horrors, can it? Hah! But what a tale, eh? A child, Varrach, and a strange souvenir! The world's gone topsy-turvy, mark my words!

Mark 'em well!