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away. I followed and eventually caught up with
him. He was
standing next to an old man seated on a tree stump. The old
man was examining the construction of a wild rose he had plucked
from a nearby bush.
Under the watchful eye of Xenofex, I approached. At the feet of the
old man, I placed the Breastplate of Brimstone, the Sword of
Hellfire, and the Shield of the Damned. Stepping back, I watched as
the old man put aside the flower.
Picking up the sword, he examined the blade then lifted the shield
from the ground. By a means I do not understand, he folded the artifacts together creating a new sword. He then repeated this feat,
folding the sword into the breastplate, creating a final artifact: a
sword with a strong blade and a golden bird lifting its wings at the
hilt.
After the old man laid the magnificent blade on the ground, Xenofex
stepped forward. Taking the blade in his hands, Xenofex looked in my
direction, grinned, then with great strength, drove the blade into the
ground.
In an instant, a flash of white blinded me. My vision returned in
time to see the blade conjure an ocean of fire to wash over the world.
These waves of fire spread, fast as lightning, burning all in its path.
When it was over, Xenofex and I stood face to face, on a world
charred black. Examining the face of Xenofex, I saw only satisfaction
and glee. He then stepped backward, away from the blade as it spoke
to me; "I am the blade of Armageddon."
Carefully, I approached. Stretching out my hand, I reached for the
blade. Before I could touch it, time froze and the vision shimmered. I
awoke.
I know Xenofex came to me the moment after he was killed. I know
not why, but it is my destiny and duty to possess Armageddon's Blade.
With it, I will set the world on fire.
Go forth
Sword of
the three
I have no
and search the land for the Breastplate of Brimstone, the
Hellfire, and the Shield of the Damned. When you have
artifacts, seek out the old man. I do not know who he is, but
doubt you will find him. It is your destiny.
When you have finished, return to me with the blade.