Never take a cursed sword

As they rode Artimis felt the swords lusts for fresh souls. The sword spoke into his head, “I find your desire to avoid combat disturbing. We could have killed a score or more of men at that last corner.”
Artimis slid the sword in the sheath like he had done this for year, as he did the sword said, “Use me and they will sing song about you.”

“It is a game, sword,” he said. He thought about dropping the sword. Before he removed his hand from the hilt, the sword said, “If you drop me, I will find your enemy and give them the power to destroy everything you care about. Look around at your party member, the people at the keep. I can ever kill Glenn, Vader, and his daughter.”

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