Weapon
Jezirea's eye glinted with a hint of what might have been greed as she spotted the entry about the cursed sword.
It could be dangerous, of course, but sometimes that's what gave an item its value.
She scanned the entry carefully. Knowing what the curse was would be the best defense against danger.
The entry in the town's history records noted that a man, seemingly strengthened by his rage, had attacked the village of Fernsdale over 100 years ago. It had taken many men to bring him down, and in the end his things were split among the men who defended the village.
The man who received the attacker's sword was said to become more and more reclusive, eventually becomming hostile and agressive. Eventually he seemed to no longer be able to recognize the difference between friend or foe and one day, after finishing a hunt, he turned on his companions. Once again it seemed as if his rage strengthened him. He was brought down like the first, and his sword passed on again. Once more, the third man was afflicted with this strange hostility.
There was also mention of the sword seeming to dissapear, and then reaping in strange places.
Eventually the people placed the blame upon the sword, and burried it away in a tomb designed to keep people out, and the sword within. They did not want to let it keep spreading its hatred among the land.
After it was burried, the incidences stopped.
Reading it over, Jezirea decided it seemed like a genuine curse, but she wasn't too worried. If the description was accurate, then it would take a while for the affliction to cause her to go mad, but she would still have to be careful. It may also curse her to cling to the object in greed, even though her intent was to sell it. Otherwise, she knew the perfect person to sell it to.
Jezirea knew an old man who ran an antique store, but something this valuable, if it were genuine, would end up in the man's own collection, locked behind glass and likely never to be used.
But there was always the possibility of it still falling in to the wrong hands.
It could be dangerous, of course, but sometimes that's what gave an item its value.
She scanned the entry carefully. Knowing what the curse was would be the best defense against danger.
The entry in the town's history records noted that a man, seemingly strengthened by his rage, had attacked the village of Fernsdale over 100 years ago. It had taken many men to bring him down, and in the end his things were split among the men who defended the village.
The man who received the attacker's sword was said to become more and more reclusive, eventually becomming hostile and agressive. Eventually he seemed to no longer be able to recognize the difference between friend or foe and one day, after finishing a hunt, he turned on his companions. Once again it seemed as if his rage strengthened him. He was brought down like the first, and his sword passed on again. Once more, the third man was afflicted with this strange hostility.
There was also mention of the sword seeming to dissapear, and then reaping in strange places.
Eventually the people placed the blame upon the sword, and burried it away in a tomb designed to keep people out, and the sword within. They did not want to let it keep spreading its hatred among the land.
After it was burried, the incidences stopped.
Reading it over, Jezirea decided it seemed like a genuine curse, but she wasn't too worried. If the description was accurate, then it would take a while for the affliction to cause her to go mad, but she would still have to be careful. It may also curse her to cling to the object in greed, even though her intent was to sell it. Otherwise, she knew the perfect person to sell it to.
Jezirea knew an old man who ran an antique store, but something this valuable, if it were genuine, would end up in the man's own collection, locked behind glass and likely never to be used.
But there was always the possibility of it still falling in to the wrong hands.