The Blade Unbound

"Your making my friends uncomfortable, I don't like it when people make my friends uncomfortable..."

Drayth was still talking, the smell of him oppressive at this close range, steel and oil, he made sure he was ready for us, fear, he knows what we are capable of, Cal blinked and the scene changed...

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The Warforged Murderer lay at their feet, he could feel the blade tight in his hands, the rage at this man subsiding as he bled out into the street. He had hunted innocent Warforged, slaughtered them and people concerned themselves with loss of property, as if them being made of steel and wood made them less real, less alive. This city was full of such darkness, such hatred, it was too much for one man, even in his prime with 'Lyssa's song in the air and blade by his side perhaps, now the task was far beyond him. So much suffering and he cannot stop it, the city needs more than I can be, it needs a Legend...

A spark of recognition, no-one could truely be enough to fight this battle alone, but the darkness works by making the people afraid, prisoners of their own fear, if they could find a simple flicker of hope. Perhaps there was a way, perhaps as Eruleon was right and words could best the sword, something to summon fear in the darkness. Not a foe they could buy off, poison or defeat, one that would haunt them in their safest places, a storybook hero...

The Lightning Pilot aided him in pinning the man to the wall and from his backpack Cal produced scroll and ink and began to write:

"The man who would murder Warforged has been brought to justice, those who would stand by and treat them like property have their champion no longer. Sharn has been ruled by darkness too long both in the shadow of the criminals who stand untouched and the indifference of those unwilling to make a stand for what is right.

Those who would harm the innocent will face judgement.

The Blade of Dawn"

The young man watched reading the script as it was written and as Cal signed touched his arm "and House Lyrandar"
Cal was puzzled "I'm sorry, I don't understand"
"House Lyrandar stands by your proclamation"

He added the houses seal after the signature and stood back, allowing Cal to pin the note on the dead man, clear for any walking by to see.

The old Elf smiled, sure for it not to be seen, perhaps after all these years he could still be surprised, these four could easily have been considered part of the problem in Sharn and he had doubted them but for this young man to want Lyrandar included here…

The Blade moniker was an old story, no link to him, over dramatic and exaggerated stories of a simple man, for the Pilot to place Lyrandar’s seal with it made them a target, made him a target, and yet there it was…

It was the perfect story, the seal grounded the myth in reality, An immortal Elf who walks the world righting wrongs is just a story, to have a noble house throw it’s name behind it however changed the story. Perhaps the Blade has come to Sharn and is being sheltered by Lyrandar!

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Cal’s eyes opened again and once more his senses were filled with oil and steel the girl was being carried below decks by a hulking orc on the other ship, now he knew where she was. Drayth was still posturing, he clearly would rather we left without a fight, but clearly it did not occur to him that he had placed a serious player in the cancer eating at Sharn right in front of their blades and while the others may negotiate Cal had no intention of letting Drayth leave alive.

First things first however Lauram was still prisoner aboard the other ship, an innocent dragged into all this and as his fingers danced along the blade handle under his cloak:

“The Avenger is sworn to valour, his heart knows only virtue, his blade defends the helpless, his might upholds the weak, his word speaks only truth, his wrath undoes the wicked”

“5, kill them all!”

But the Elf was already in motion…