Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160801233042/@comment-5543592-20160803234923

"Yeah, go ahead." Crimson said, covering his eyes.

Ishien took a deep breath, about to delve into a story.

"Several thousand years ago, the humans of Yokuda fought a war over who by the ones to finally defeat the Left-handed elves.  The final battles of that war left thousands dead as in their wake, as men commanding unbelievable powers with their blade.  The last two factions was the Empire of Yokuda, and the Sword-Singers: the army of sword-masters under the leadership of Frandar Hunding.  The greatest of the Sword-Singers were the Ansei, blademasters of legend, those who could slay entire armies single-handedly.  The Ansei were divided into several factions, and one of those was the Hirdirge, the masters of stone magic, known for their skill with the Shehai, which is where one is so talented they can create a sword simply by pure thought.  And this was no normal sword, mind you, the weapon their minds devised was made of light and wind, and was capable felling hundreds with a single blow.

"The Hiradirge sought a way to end that war, and a way to end all wars.  When the war over who would lead the charge into Hammerfell was being fought, years after the Empire had fallen, the Hiradirge devised their solution.  It was called 'Pankratosword.'  That sword move, preformed correctly by a master of the Shehai, could supposedly destroy anything.  The Orichalc tower, which stood for the Yokudans first triumphs in war when the god Hoonding brought the Orichalcum weapons to ancient Redguards to first drive the elves out of their lands, was their target.  If they destroyed that, then the war would cease.

"The Hiradirge choose it's most capable member to preform Pankratosword at the tower, as he was the one who devised Pankratosword in the first place.  It worked, but not as they intend.  The Orichalc Tower crumbled, and Yokuda sunk into the sea as a result.  The two factions ceased their war of honor and left for Hammerfell, one after the other.

"The master who preformed Pankratosword was horrified by it's sheer power.  He recorded it's secrets, as the man to both create and preform the move, and stowed it away in a hidden place.  The location of Pankratosword's secrets he passed down to his firstborn son, who passed the secrets down to his firstborn son.

"That master was my ancestor, and Pankratosword's location has been passed down to me.  I have no sons. When I die, Pankratosword dies with me.  I do not bemourn the loss.  But Daireg seeks to claim it for himself.  He is a madman, simply put, and will use it's destructive power as he sees fit, should he learn it.  How he figured out I know Pankratosword's location, I do not know.  Is Daireg was able to preform Pankratosword, he could feasible destroy entire cities with a single sword stroke.  Perhaps even worse."

Now you understand my predicament. It is his ransom for Leya's life, and I cannot abandon her. She is like a daughter to me."