The blade reforged

Dyvia slumped against the nearby wall after Jorrik took the blade. So much energy, the thought of its runes breaking took the strength from her legs.
"That name... If only my former masters could see this."
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Erik had remained lost in thought, an all to common occurrence now as his powers continued to worry him.
Jorrik's approach startled him, though he remained outwordly calm.
"Ofcourse, is this what the necromancer meant as a gift?"
It's weight wasn't much to him, but the power was cause for concern. It seemed to draw on his soul, while also speaking to the growing darkness within him.
"A dark blade indeed, let us hope it remains in good hands."
Another question that nagged him, what would happen if he lost to the void.
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Kespin had ran for cover as the ritual reached it's peak, cowering in a self made hole until it was over.
"That blade, that name..... Cursed, all of it cursed! What thinks you when it meets its true master!"