"I'd almost forgotten I'd given you this." Valrym was swinging the sword around, he was quite proficient at twisting it like a parade baton, whether that translated to actual ability with a sword is anyones guess.
"Until you noticed it was gone?"
"No, everytime you touch it I get a feeling like someone walked over my grave, so I can thank the gods you are as terrible a swordsman as you are a person." Valrym stopped swinging the sword and inspected the blade, probably looking for nicks and damage from me using it improperly (which seeing what I do with it, is most of what I do).
"You're joking right, one of those statements done up for comedic effect?" I'd heard of a personal connection to items, but not one that actually could sense the wearer or their intent, sounds like a horrible thing.
"Nope, you see part of this sword is a part of me, so when the wielder is a terrible person like yourself, well its like you are constantly holding my finger." In a way that was actually a bad thing to admit to, especially to a dick like myself. Even now I find myself touching my sword more often if only to anger Valrym (know thats not a euphemism).
"So what's this thing made of, just your pure essence." I said pure here really sarcastically, like dripping, like I should write that funky to imply how insulting I was when I said pure.
"Funny, know its made of a metal that you can only get deep deep underground, places I'm sure the people of this world will find and the dangers there in soon enough, though probably by accident, blowing something up to strip minerals from something they should leave alone."
"What's the worst they could find down there?" I say this having found a lot of horrible awful things underground.
"Judging from recent use you've found some of them, though I swear its like you are using this to pry open jars, have you heard of simple sword maintenance before?" He went behind the bar and produced a cloth rag and some oil.
"You wouldn't believe what I've been up to."
"Mostly because you lie all the time Trezlan, people like you should be believed half of the time and doubted the other half." Hurtful, just hurtful.
"Still haven't told me where that sword came from or why it was made." Yes I realize now I said I'd explain the story and instead I totally just lied to you (see proving Val's point even to myself). Look I forget these stories and I think they are important too ok! Its not all swords and monsters!
"Fine Trezlan you can be the loremaster of this particular shameful period, someone should at least know..." And tomorrow I promise I'll retell the story of the creation of my sword! I promise I won't put if off like last time. Or all the other times I haven't told you the fun stories. See at least you didn't know about those ones!
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