Understanding the strange sword

30th of Shar 358

I woke up feeling well rested, I woke up second it seems. Hornet was wringing their hands, maybe to get blood circulation going. They complained about his limbs and back hurting. Fathom woke up not long after me; he fell asleep holding the sword. Not long later, Ferryman woke up in a cold sweat. I was worried about them but it looked like he shook it off quickly.

Fathom started trying to experiment with the sword. He sat in silence on the floor for a moment, eyes closed. I'm not entirely sure why. Hornet asked about the sword and he explains it to them. Then, he handed me the sword.

With my previous experience holding special swords, I would have not taken the sword if it wasn't directly put in my hands. I scrunched up as the sword entered my hands, anticipating the worst. As it entered my hands, I felt conflicting emotions. I felt serene, relieved. Curious. Curious about the sword and what it was capable and what it was. But I also felt agony. Pure agony. Every nerve on me was activated but the serene and relieved feeling kept me still. The pain felt indescribable. Emotional and physical pain, like I was split into thousands of pieces. The pain felt... sublime. It was such a pure pain that it felt like I could handle it. The sword had no history, like it was missing. It also felt I was reading the object's mind and I had a sense of it looking back. I felt separate from myself as I answered the questions the others had about the sword, like its history and it being shattered. I felt melancholic, empathizing with the sword in its pain. Just as the sword was taken back out of my hands, the feeling subsided and I felt the pain fade away. I had grown used the pain in the moment that I missed it.

Fathom started to experiment with the sword. He was able to teleport with the sword and also send items towards him with a slash. As he would cut into the air, it would leave behind a purple-black line where the cut was made, like it was cutting into the fabric of reality itself. He also wanted to try teleporting with another person, and I volunteered. He put his hand on my shoulder and we both lunged forward after he pierced the air and we teleported a couple feet away. Afterwards, Fathom said that the sword seemed peeved with him so he will stop with his experimentation for now. We decided we will push through the day and try to reach Hrorilad as soon as we can. We must find a way to get in contact with the Tower of Golden Ancestry and Agabarya. We must also warn the city about Slaughter and that necromancer.

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