Something strange ebbs and flows from Grimhjall's depths.
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It will soon be ten years since the death of most of the Chaos that was contained within Ragnarok's site. Ten years since many were scarred by a creature that took over a friend, ten years since love died on top of the hill that Volcanic Wasteland. Since then, the world has changed and been shaped in many different ways. The arrivals of the Atrellyans and their wars, The Conflicts that rose in the West, the rituals held by Delphina which many still hold divided thoughts about. Many since have began their journey into the world, exploring its vast secrets and adventuring into its depths and back.
Many then since that time have died, felled by enemies, friends, and many things in between those terms. And as wars settle, as times grows more and more still, the anniversary since that time so long ago approaches. With each day that passes, the scar heals more, and the wound that was left behind in this world continues to settle. Grimhjall no longer inhabits any demonic threat whatsoever, the Phoenix that once was is but entirely gone, its immortality disproven. But in return, something did rise from its ashes. A dark blade, its edged cracked and broken from volcanic scoria that formed off the ground. A blade, that shapes itself from the stones nearby, from that which previously resided off this Mount. Aether that has been left in exhorbitant amounts form together to make an edge.
Many then since that time have died, felled by enemies, friends, and many things in between those terms. And as wars settle, as times grows more and more still, the anniversary since that time so long ago approaches. With each day that passes, the scar heals more, and the wound that was left behind in this world continues to settle. Grimhjall no longer inhabits any demonic threat whatsoever, the Phoenix that once was is but entirely gone, its immortality disproven. But in return, something did rise from its ashes. A dark blade, its edged cracked and broken from volcanic scoria that formed off the ground. A blade, that shapes itself from the stones nearby, from that which previously resided off this Mount. Aether that has been left in exhorbitant amounts form together to make an edge.
The Cinders of Vdalion, made manifest.
An inheritance.
But who would lay claim to it?
(ooc note: Characters may submit interest to inherit/come across the weapon by this google form here or by posting in this thread.)
An inheritance.
But who would lay claim to it?
(ooc note: Characters may submit interest to inherit/come across the weapon by this google form here or by posting in this thread.)