Forged on the anvil of death, imbued with the souls of its victims and bearers, the sword had chosen Gathrid. In his hands it would taste the blood of soldiers, spirits, sorcerers, and kings. It would cleave its own path through the chaos of war, seeking vengeance for mortal-and immortal-treachery.
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Forged on the anvil of death, imbued with the souls of its victems and bearers, the sword had chosen Gathrid. In his hands it would taste the blood of soldiers, spirits, sorcerers, and kings. It would cleave its own path through the chaos of war, seeking vengenance for mortal and immortal treachery.
