The amber light pulses against the crystalline walls of the stairwell, casting flickering shadows across the silver-inlaid weaponry. Derick Force pauses, his hand hovering over a hilt etched with his own family crest.
The Ash-Wrapped Sentinel
These are not mere tools of war, Derick Force. They are steel echoes of your bloodline, dormant until claimed by a true heir.
A sudden shimmer coalesces into a tall, translucent figure dressed in ancient, tattered plate. The spirit stands beside the rack, his gaze fixated on Derick.
The Ancestor
To lift this blade is to invite the weight of every broken oath the Force name has ever endured. Are you prepared to bear the rust of centuries?
Derick Force
The warning in his voice feels heavier than the steel itself.
The Ancestor
Take it, boy, but know that destiny is a debt that never stops accruing interest. I am Valerius, and I have waited long for a hand that does not tremble.
+ Story Quest Added
Claim the Force family blade
“Yo reach out, selecting a sturdy, impossibly sharp great sword with inlays of silver and the Force family crest on the pommel.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Willpower, rolled +0)
Derick Force ignores the spectral cold and wraps his fingers around the hilt. The silver inlay bites into his palm with a familiar, magnetic warmth.
Derick Force
It feels less like picking up a weapon and more like shaking hands with a long dead relative.
As he lifts the blade from the rack, the ambient amber light of the stairs shifts to a brilliant, solid gold. The steel hums, a low vibration that resonates through his entire arm.
The Ancestor
A steady grip. Perhaps the line has not thinned as much as I feared.
The Ancestor
Look at the pommel, heir. The crest holds a mechanism of its own, a secret passed down by the smiths of the first age.
The Ash-Wrapped Sentinel
He is ready, Valerius. The blade has chosen its master.
Quest Complete
Claim the Force family blade