Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190711134848/@comment-5543592-20190723010518

Daireg crouched over the pool, and held one hand out to his side.

Light gathered in his palm. It began to take form, collecting into solid strands, and like latticework it began to weave itself into a tall, elegant polearm. The weapon grew until it was extremely unwieldy in length, ending in a narrow hook. Daireg turned  the spear-sword over and, using a leather strap from his sword belt, attached it to the hook. Then, he extended the polearm out and lowered it down, dipping the sword beneath the surface of the golden liquid.