| Blade Weilder's Realm | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Welcome to all travelers! Hail and be welcome! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Welcome all travelers of the fantasy realms. I am called Blade Weilder. I bid you to stay for a while and accept my hopitality. I have a warm fire and plenty of food and hearty ale. I am glad to share all that is mine, but do not try to take it from me. I am new to this region and would accept any help from any friendly souls. I come here wary, but I am willing to listen to any friendly advice. Feel free to stop by any time. If, perchance, I am not here, leave me a message and I will seek you out to reply. | |||||||||||||||||||||||
| The Story of Blade Weilder | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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She rode out of the East with the sun to her back. A solitary figure, she angled across the valley floor. Her black steed a study of rippling muscle and glossy hide beneath her. Her blue-black hair flowing to her waist in a single warrior's braid. Her brow had the exotic tilt that hinted at the blood of her Northern ancestors. Her eyes were ice blue and could darken as quickly as the sky laden with storm clouds. Her usually full lips were set in a grim line of determination. She was tall and lean and bronzed by the sun. Her full breasts and flat stomach were covered by the curling metal of her chest armor. Her strong arms were bare and her legs were covered to the thigh by her supple leather boots. She encountered him by a small stream which ran the length of the lush valley. She had planned to ignore him, but he was a brute who liked to bully people with his size. He designed to delay her. She had other plans. "Well, aren't you a pretty thing to be out in this country all alone?", he called out to her. "I think you need someone to protect you from all the bad folks lurking in the hills." She made no reply but pushed steadily onward, grim in the pursuit of her mission. "How about you hire me as your protector?", he said as she got closer. "I'm very good with my axe and I think we could work out something about payment.", he leered. As she pulled her horse's head to pass him, the bandit grabbed for the reins. With one easy motion, she was dismounted and her sword was drawn. For the rest of Blade Weilder's Story, see the next section. | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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"So, you want to play rough, do you?", he growled. "Well, I'll show you just how rough I can play!" And with that, the bandit swung his axe at her head. The following fight was fierce but swift. The ring of metal upon metal broke the stillness of the valley for only a few seconds. With the burly man on the ground and her sword pointed at his heart, she hadn't even broken a sweat. | Unaccustomed to fear, the bandit had blanched to a deathly white. With a tremble in his voice, he asked, "Who are you?" Finally breaking her silence, the warrior replied, "I am Blade Weilder, a Swordmystress. My friends call me Blade. My enemies call me Death!" And with that, she plunged the point of her sword into his black heart. True to her teaching, Blade set about cleaning her sword. As she was wiping away the last of the bandit's blood, she began to remember her childhood. It was the summer of her thirteenth year when her father forged the blade. She had watched as he labored for weeks to perfect it. She remembered the long nights by the fire when she watched him carve the runes into the blade. The ruins that were so ancient that their meanings had been lost for generations. She remembered how he had sweated and toiled to make the blade a thing of beauty and strength. And she watched, enthralled, as he set one perfect ruby into the carved hilt. Her's was the first blood to christen the sword. She pricked her finger on the point as she reached to touch the marvelous creation. Her heart sang at the sight of it. And, that night, as though predestined, she started the blood flow that marked her passage into womanhood and made her eligible to receive the blade. She named it Heart Song and had never been separated from it sincee the day her father had placed it in her hands. It accompanied her to the Academy, where she learned all the secrets necessary to carry the title of Swordmystress. And it was with her the day she returned to her village and discovered that her entire village had been destroyed by the evil Swordmaster, Drake. This final memory brought her full circle to the present, to the point of her mission-to find Drake and destroy him. This is not the end of Blade's Story. Check back often for updates. Any help or suggestions will be greatly appreciated. Thank you, Blade Weilder.
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