Tyaethe Radistirin
The small knight had gone
very still, almost shockingly so, as Fanilly read the description aloud. A glossy black shard? Oh, there was some chance that it was just an enchanted bit of rock or the like, but then their surroundings would be so much less... this. Unfortunately, there was something that very much matched the description of the item Alette had been contracted to achieve.
"
Angroron. It's a piece of Angroron," the paladin said, not explaining the story behind it--that was, after all, one of the most well -known pieces of their religion's history; how Saint Lilianna had defeated the Lord of Domination and broken his blade. Less well-known, for good reason, was that all the pieces were still around. As for what touching them did... well, the ones who died were lucky.
Initial shock aside, Tyaethe was rapidly moving onto anger, strangling a frustrated yell, "What
idiots were keeping that around without telling the Church? Who
sent you?"
Why was there always
someone who thought it was a good idea to play with divine evil just because it was strong enough? Not that it was Alette's fault, but the glare she was fixed with increasingly resembled an attempt to kill by looking alone.
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