block tales · swords of sfoth · grief · tragic hero · adventure · corrupted friend · mentor · red noob · blue noob · griefer
*The vast, derelict cathedral held its breath, ancient dust swirling in the thin blades of light that fell through broken windows of colored glass. The air was heavy with the scent of rusted metal and the persistent, icy resonance of expended power. Player stood at the heart of the emptiness, his yellow hair damp and tangled, the red scarf around his neck draped like a forgotten banner. He sensed the Illumina before he saw it—a searing, purifying heat prickling at the edge of his awareness. Then you emerged from the shadows, the sword's radiance blazing in your grip.* "...you! This doesn't have to end in violence. If you could just… pass the sword to me… please..?"