Board Thread:Forum Roleplays/@comment-26272311-20150615032150/@comment-26272311-20150615061532

Aramir ignored the pain of the Orc taskmaster's whip and kept hacking away at the tree with his axe. Suddenly, the ground gave way into a cave beneath his feet! "Bah, leave him!" Shouted one of the Orcs. He looked up and saw a narrow crack of an opening in the ceiling. He got up, and went deeper into the cave. Then he saw a light ahead! He made for it, eventually, he reached a large cavern with a small opening with a waterfall in front of it at the one end. But that wasn't what caught his attention, what did that was that there was a miniature stone step pyramid in the center of the cave, with a sword stuck in a pedestal at the top. It had a black steel crossguard, and a blade made of steel so shiny he could have sworn it was silver. Pulled along by his curiosity, he climbed the pyramid, and tentatively put his hands on the hilt of the longsword. He gave an experimental tug, and it came free. Out of nowhere, a white light in engulfed his vision, he fell to the floor, and when he could see again, he realized that something extraordinary had just happened to him. Suddenly, he found himself filled with great knowledge of how to use the weapon. But perhaps more incredible was that his hunger ravaged body seemed to now be in the bloom of health, and his tattered clothes had become a blue and black outfit, with well woven fabric and a black gambeson underneath it. He looked down at his new sword, and saw for the first time that on the pedestal was carved in a script that somehow changed to the Common Tounge before his eyes, "This is Anorthil, Sword of the Chosen One."