Tuesday, 11 December 2018

My Master's Words

It was the first sword I made, and it was barely a weapon. My master told me to keep it, so in later years I could see how far I had come.

But after my master died, I sold it to a random drunk for enough gold for a bed for the night.

Turned out he was drunk because he was passed over for the King's Body for his brother. He challenged him to a duel, and my sword shattered and killed his brother in a fluke.

Now my new master wants me to make more shattering swords.

Any ideas?

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