Sword in the ruins

29th of Shar 358

We decided to travel through the night so we can get to Hrorilad quicker and increase the distance from the horde. It is a bit hard to see in the dark but the lights of the city are like a beacon in the distance. We eventually made it to a river, which we had to cross to continue our way to Hrorilad.

We put together a plan. Hornet would toss our rope to the other side while Ferryman teleports over to tie it to the stake alongside teleporting Fathom across. Then, I would change forms and get across over the rope. I searched through my cards to figure out which form would be best to get across and I ultimately decided to get across the rope as a cat. We made it across and found a ruined wall. We decided that this is where we will spend the night.

We started setting up camp. I went with Fathom to explore the ruins. I couldn't see anything at first but he sees something in the corner. Some previously dug up dirt. After checking if it is trapped, me and Fathom start to dig through the pile with the pans of our mess kits. We found a box. It was a 1 foot square box. Fathom seemed a bit on edge but his demeanor changed suddenly. Right as we were about to open the box, Hornet snored and it scared him.

We got the box open and inside was 40 strangely-shaped coins, an emerald necklace in a glass box, tattered maps, and a shattered sword wrapped in a cloth. The maps looked like they were started by a child and refined over time. Fathom picks up the box and brings it over to the others. Hornet was floating and Ferryman is sitting against the wall.

Ferryman started doing a ritual to identify the items. I'm not sure of specific details; I am already really tired so I didn't gather everything he said. I noticed Fathom taking the sword, reaching to his mask. As he takes off his mask, a black, warping void poured out of his face. I noticed he doesn't have a chin in the void but there is an outline where it would be. His eyes are void as well, with faint specks of light peering out of it. The void pours from his face onto the sword shards and after a few seconds, it returns to his face. In its place is a black steel sword with an obsidian edge. He handed the sword back to Ferryman, asking him to identify it again. His face is in shock as he does so.

Apparently this sword can tear through reality itself. It also allowed the wielder to commune with the dead. It makes the wielder not age and not take harm from non-magical sources. The sword is also alive and if it were to be destroyed, the wielder's very soul would cease to exist. Fathom's eyes are lighting up and his "mouth" is agape. He offered me to use the sword whenever I wish. I thank him and I head to rest. I'm going to guess tomorrow will start with figuring out what the sword is capable of. Good night, journal.

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