Lassara - Shards of Neril - Story Thread

[Greyblades]

With the nobles fleeing the Throneroom and the guardsmen either herding out the more stubborn aristocracy or taking potshots at the odd flying imp noone seemed to notice the small length of white steel just lying discarded at the foot of the altar.

Noone except a certain young squire leaning casually on one of the Throneroom supporting pillars pretending to watch his knight fail to whistle for a horse.

"You think anyone would notice if I borrowed that?" asked the squire.

The knight turned.

"Borrowed what?"

"That."

The knight looked to the fallen blade, then back to the lad. "Now is realy not a good time to be committing sacrelige."

"Oh come on, Gil", replied the squire "I'm sure its going to do more to beat demons than this blunt thing." He pointed to the sword slung over his sholder, a ceremonial brass and gold sword; good looking but likely to shatter with one swing.

"And you'd know all about what kills daemons would you?"

"Yes actually, remember when I fought the daemon of Bullock county?"

The knight stared at the squire for afew seconds before replying.

"First that wasn't so much a county as a large field, secondly that wasnt a demon that was Lady Bullock."

"She fought like a daemon."

"And you fled like a rabbit. Look if you want that sword so badly I dont think they'll mind too much as long as you put it back when you're done."

"Oh come on-"

"Thomas..."

"Fine."

Getting up off the pillar Thomas wandered across the chamber dodging the odd running guard and around a passed out noblewoman untill he was at the foot of the long stair leading to the throne's platform. Supposedly it was tall enough so the occupant could see over trolls if so wished, though why you would want to see over a troll was a matter Thomas didn't need answering as a certain other royal accessory lying at the foot of the stairs had taken his attention. It didnt seem all that special, a long silver blade with a white handle and leather grip, there even seemed to be a crack near the point.

"Not exactly what I'd expect a weapon of legend to look li-Hells!"

A bolt of electricity shot into the squire's hand as he reached for the sword. It didn't hurt but it left him numb up to his elbow and the flash blinded him for a second.

"What in the world..."

Rubbing the feeling back into his forearm Thomas started to notice that the crest on his pauldron strap seemed to be glowing, he bent back down and grasped the handle again. This time no bolt of lightning recieved him but a strangely warm feeling on the back of his hand as he lifted the surprisingly light sword aloft.

"Huh, Gil are these swords supposed to be this light?"

There was no reply, in fact there was no anything, so wrapped up in the sword the young squire hadnt noticed that the clamour of soldiers running back and forth had ceased, there was nothing to be heard but a slow gurgled breathing.

"Hey, Gil, I said..." he turned, the breath died in his throat as he just stared along with the entire hall at the figure standing in between the grand doors.