The Quest For The Nine Black Swords; Curse of Melancholy

rexejon and his friends left the spot they where and headed to a town to find some rumors what could take them to the swords

 

"Sen-ti-ent," Sessamaru said, sounding out the word. "They can speak to you in thought if they so choose. When they clench your thoughts with their knowledge, they can claim your body." He finished, his sword glowing its green glow. He looked left and right, the shining scimitar moving with his body. "They're Absolute Evil." He added, his eyes moving to the left.

 

"Swords are doing this!?" Kretze gasped, "This is not what I was expecting when I left the monastery"

 

Sessamaru shook his head, clearing his thoughts. "Time has done this... How did the swords gather so much mental energy in order to do this?" He asked, not knowing how the blades have gained any type of knowledge or wisdom. He remembered Midnight. He shook the image away. The greatsword should rot for all he cared.

 

Kretze walked forward towards the heart of the world, "I'm will try to seal them", he said now returning to his sences

 

"Sen-ti-ent!" He reiterated. "They have their own will... Nothing can seal them. Artifacts," he said, making a hand sign foreign to this world, "are more powerful and repel. The blades are Eternal..."

 

"I have failed them" he said to himself, "i can never return to the monastery"

 

"The only thing to do is to..." Sessamaru trailled off. What could destroy Eternity? Gods are not eternal, that was well known, but swords? Made of Black Chaos Mithril, the blades could never being destroyed. He shook his head. "The only thing to do is to throw them into Oblivion... The realm of emptiness." He spoke, finally, after having to think for several minutes. He shook his head.

 

"Oblivion eh?" he said putting one of his herbal smokes in his mouth and lighting it with a match

 

''why are we going to the next town master rexejon'' asked fleugel

''an old friend lives there he helped me some time ago, i think he will help us again'' said rexejon

''oh no not the giant'' said geist

''yes the giant'' said rexejon

 

"An ancient void, the spell known only to the Sorurobu Bureakeru clan... I still have the tome with the Nethereal Spell. I found it within the ruins of Xaroth Tsun." Sessamaru explained, his green eyes shining more gently. "From what I know... They're scattered across the world. Eight in every corner of the winds, and one in the heart."

 

"Interesting...", he said taking a breath of smoke, "could you destroy them?" he asked curiously

 

"They can't. They're Eternity. Banishment is the only option." He spoke, his eyes staring at the runes under the sythiir gloves. His hands glowed with an amber brilliance.

 

OOC: i gtg so seeya later
oh and one qeustion what for sort swords are the those dark sword just greatswords,katana's,scimatars,daggers

 

Taking a quick look at Sessamaru's hands he glanced into the sky, "Banishment sound good enough", he said taking another smoke before throwing it away.

 

Ooc: Whatever the wielder wants them to be. The blades at the moment are only black vapour, but the hilts are the same. Once the person touches the hilt, the blade forms the rest of the sword. So it could be anything.

BIC: Sessamaru sat down on a boulder. "I'm Sessamaru..." He introduced himself after a long moment of silence, melancholy in his voice and name.

 

"Sessamaru?, i'm Kretze" he said turning to face Sessamaru, his syth swung slightly on his back.

 

"Nice to meet you." He spoke sincerely, a smile breaking across his bone-bleached face. Sessamaru sheathed the light blade, the green glow banished. "Midnight... The swords are weak at midnight." He muttered, noticing that the insistent pull was nothing more than a pluck.

 

"The same to you", Kretze said looking up into the sky with a worried look in his eyes

 

The Forgotten sat there, quiet. "What do you think we shall do for the moment?" He asked, finally.