Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190207224937/@comment-5543592-20190209012144

"Luck has nothing to with it.  With the might of the Divines with my speed and skill that bag will be mine, so I swear." Cade declared.

He turned his attention to Mizibir, who was proving a worthy adversary. "Honor and glory to you, friend." He said, bowing his head and thumping his chest. "But that bag will be mine." He nodded once, determined.

Daireg held the sword up before him, expecting to feel a surge of power and strength, akin to when he had wielded the Edge of Death, when he had battled the Dark Knight in the fires of Corten Mont, when he had humbled the Crimson Archer before Entropy himself.

Nothing happened.

Daireg sneered, lowering his arm, tempted to throw the sword at the ground. "Useless." He growled.