Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20151005194811/@comment-24736819-20151008114347

"Help me put him on the horse, Max.", Carden said approaching the unconscious Destro. He glanced at the dark sword, which now rested on the floor near the young imperial and went to grab it before they kept going.

He grabbed the hilt and pulled...yet the weapon did not moved. Not even an inch.

"What on... Hey, Max, what kind of spell does this thing have?", the bard asked.

"Oh, only my brother can wield it. Or something like that, it was a gift from his dreadful father. Biggest prick of all...", the older brother commented, "Worry not, Destro can retrieve once he wakes up. C'mon..."

Carden found it odd, but shrugged trying to mask his interest in the sword. Together they managed to place Destro over his horse and resumed riding.

"Obviously, you are not normal people.", the nord commented.

"And neither are you...", Max chuckled, "What? You had us for fools? Haha, c'mon, give me more credit at least."

"Half-Gods, then?", Carden said, trying to discover more about those weird brothers.

Max simply nodded.