Events had rocked the stability of the order. The sword was missing in the hands of the vagabond Ninth Circle members. Along with the sword key pieces from the Tacticians Galaxy Set and Dew's Armor were taken as well.
The forges were hot in the Castle when Armanon went to visit the smithy. They had talked of a new way to bind the sword and his Broadsword together, a way to create a blade that wielded absolute power. The Absolute Night.
"I need the other Sword Tactician!" The blacksmith growled from behind the anvil.
"I am working on it.." Was the reply by the Incubus.
"Hurry, this flame doesnt last forever. We must forge it while Ahrimans flame burns its brightest."
A nod was given as he left the forgery. Mutters falling off his lips as he started back towards the main hall. Already two pieces from his armor were recovered from the broken corpse of Thazul, the Ninth Circles Alchemist. He had sworn to Rauve that him and Nazira would fall by his blade as well, and he had to keep to his word.
It would take timing and patience, but time nor patience were afforded to him in this matter. D'Sar's troops also saught to take the possession of the sword back into the hands of Dew. Two evils, two Gods, two clans. One would have the weapon, one would be too late.
It would be him, he would see to it.
Posted by Armanon at May 15, 2005 04:10 AM