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Blarg and Mithias find themselves in a downward current, an illogical flow of water that pulled them ever deeper. Blarg could of course have left whenever he wished to, but he had come to follow Mithias after all. And the vampire was being dragged down ahead, sinking towards the depths of the ocean. Blarg could further feel something strange in the ocean, as if some kind of magical force had seeped into the water. It feels strangely sinister to the Murloc.

As the two are dragged ever deeper, they come to what appears to be a massive sword. A katana almost twenty times the length of a man, stabbed into the ground. The blade is stained red with blood, and the water around it rages. Hundreds of strange fish-like beings hammer at the blade, attempting to move it. And yet it remains like iron.

A voice like an earthquake speaks from the depths, seeming to shake the world itself with it's sound. As if an Earthquake had learned to speak the tongues of man, as if these words were torn from the World even as it were falling to pieces. It was a sound equal parts beautiful and terrible. "Oh kindly traveler, would you not move the blade that holds me? I have been maimed, and impaled, yet not slain. For a hundred years have I lain here, waiting for one who might free me." Mithias notices the sand stirring, shifting and moving as if it were another ocean beneath the ocean. And he realizes that the being who spoke was trapped beneath the sands, impaled by the massive blade that now stuck out from the ground. "Should you be so valorous as to free me, I would gladly devour any Gods that troubled you. For it is the God of Storms who trapped me here. Even he was unable to slay me, and so I lie here, until one such as you might free me."