Project 1999 - Sir Lucan D'Lere

My quest for the almighty SoulFire continues. When Sir Lucan found out about this blade it was bad news. Luckily in the nick of time, a band of mighty heroes prevented him from claiming the blade and having even more power over Freeport.

My Paladin testimony was long over due, the time to prove myself was now. For years I have been training under the Hall of Truth yet to prove myself. The person in charge of setting my testimony was Merko Quetalis. He told me that a lone trader Altunic Jartin had a problem that needing tending to. I set off on my travels and by the time I'd arrived to the Commonlands it was nightfall. Pulling a tinderbox and a torch from my rucksack I lit my torch. This fended off many of the dangerous creatures of the nocturnal realm, the light blinding their eyes.

After what could have been an hours walking I finally found the lone trader, he was pacing up and down outside of the hut. As I approached him, I passed the letter I was told to deliver upon meeting the gentleman. He let out a big sigh and with that he turned his back to walk into his hut. From the shadows a figure appeared, it was only at that moment I recognised who this figure was. Squire Narl, a human rogue. There was a wanted poster for him in North Freeport. It was said that a week prior to the time when I saw him he ransacked a Paladin on his way home from guard duties in North Freeport. The Paladin was stripped of his armor, coins and even as far as a few trinkets one a lock of the Paladins daughters hair. He was left in a back alley inbetween the buildings in the Freeport Market area. His head completely removed from the torso, the surrounding area covered in blood splats and a pool of congealed blood. I drew my sword from the sheath and charged at the rogue, caught by surprise he did not get to his blade in time and felt the full wrath of Obsidian Scimitar. The merchant turned around in fright of the sound of battle and dropped to his knees, he was expecting the rogue and he was in some kind of trouble. I severed the head of Squire Narl and handed it to Altunic Jarn. In reply he asked for a medium-sized tunic. An odd request from a gentleman who was just about to be ambushed and dispatched of in the same manner as the Paladin the previous week. Without question I retrieved a medium-sized tunic and returned it to Altunic Jarn within the next day, it was that moment he withdrew a coin shaped item from his pocket. A token of generosity. Hallelujah!! My first part of my testimony complete!

Returning to Merko, flashing him my token of generosity he smiled, then pulled me to one side and explained my next task in a hush voice. To the deserts of North Ro I was dispatched to slay a Giant Tarantula causing grief to a nearby village, from this spider I was expected to retrieve a spider venom sac. I knew I had to get on the case quick, borrowing some journeymen boots from the Paladin storage I set off to North Ro.

From the distance as soon as I had left the lands of Freeport, in the distance I could see a Giant Desert Tarantula. It was attacking a travelling merchant. With another rub of the journeymen boots the magic released from the boots making my feet travel just that extra bit quicker. This time I had taken my axe of the ironback that was a recent bargain of mine that I had managed to haggle down from a Tier`Dal in the East Commonlands Tunnel. Retrieving it from the strap on my back I ran at the spider, swinging the axe high above my head.

The first blow was to its hind leg, I heard a crunch as the axe landed, as I lift for yet another quick swift blow the leg completely detached. The spider turned and hissed as it's poisonous venom hit me in the face, blinding my vision for the time being and causing me great sickness. I was not going to allow a spider to defeat me and as I rolled to the side the spider followed me. As it face forward with a mighty swing of my axe I caught the spider right in the eyes. The creature was blinded and now was my chance, I lept upon the Giant spider and with my bear hands tore it apart piece by piece until with the final cut of my axe, had freed the spider venom sac.

I fell off the carcass of the tarantula and lay on the floor next to it, looking into the bright sun high in the sky. The sun was blocked from my vision as a nearby merchant lent over me and offered me an antidote. The poison took an hour to heal from my system and within two hours I was up and prepared to make the journey back to the Hall of Truth. The villagers thanked me several times, offered me a hot meal and even a bed for the night but I kindly refused determined to complete my testimony as quickly as possible. With a final rub of the journeyman boots I set off back to the Hall of Truth.

Upon arrival Merko saw I was weak but did not care for the matter he had at hand could not wait, upon giving him my token of bravery he handed me my testimony. Then he proceeded to discuss urgent matters in the Lesser Faydark. A castle had been discovered nearby with great evil harboring within, a troll shadowknight named Xicotl. Transport had been arranged so this matter could be dealt with as quickly as possible, it was then I noticed the pint sized gentleman standing just next to Merko. A druid of the vale, Urbanzkopf had arrived to cast a circle to take me to the mountains of Steamfont. He wasted no time, within seconds a circle was stable and we was taken from one part of the land to the next.

Casting the Spirit of Wolf, Skin like Nature and other gifts from Mother Tunare herself we set off in a hurry to reach Castle Mistmoore. Upon arrival the battle was already at large. Several Faydark Champions were battling the rising horde of Dark Elves around the entrance pond. The battle started to create a parting in the middle, the biggest, ugliest and smelliest troll in the shiniest plate armor come charging out chasing an Iksar chap named Dreymon of Bregan D`Aerth. He fell to the ground in an attempt to confuse the troll but he just continued to slash away at the 'corpse'. Dreymon was quick to his feet, tail whipping, raking and punching his foe. Urbanzkopf began to cast a mighty fire, that the druids know as starfire smiting the troll. I cast yaulp and ran into the fight for assistance. My Obsidian Scimitar cut through his plate armor as if it was a chunk of the finest mature cheese, it's magical abilities glowing within my sweaty palm. A final blow to the head from Dreymon fell this evil and as he dropped to the floor, I was quick to prise the glowing hilt from his hands.

That day marked the start of a new beginning, as the trail for SoulFire fell dead, with the discovery of the glowing hilt.. I was quickly set back on track with what I must accomplish to recreate this magical blade.

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