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The Thief of the Rose
Date: 9/17/2017, Categories: Fiction, Non-Erotic, Author: mj37, Rating: 80, Source: sexstories.com
levels of mastery in the known manifestations of Eldritch. Dao's first sword was a simple unadorned bastard sword, with downward curved quillions, hand-and-a-half grip, and a wheel, (or ball) pommel. The blade was forged from silver star of archanite and had a double edge. The hilt was unadorned, no gem shone in the wheel pommel. It was, in all appearances, a simple bastard sword, of no great value. Infused in the bastard sword was all the power at Dao's disposal, a considerable amount. He even went so far as to imbue it with a portion of the spirit of Death. No mean feat since Death was not enthused about giving up part of itself, but Dao, as usual, prevailed. All that was required was a sentient force and his first sword would be complete. The being needed to be single-minded, unwavering, loyal to a fault, and most importantly, powerful. Its voice should instill fear, or awe, as needed. Actually, all of the swords would need an equivalent life-force. Now, where to find a worthy and most importantly, a willing entity? Where to find a being willing to give up their corporeal form, give up mortality for immortality? He reflected on the traits he required for his sword's sentience for several days before a worthy solution presented itself. He asked Melvina to accompany him and he transported them to the large landmass north of the archipelagoes. More specifically, to the top of a small rise just east of a lush valley with a large village on the banks of a meandering river. ...