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[rukaelf]

Melanthia Finds an Axe

Melanthia found an axe, deep within the recesses of the Void.

The archmage of fallen Mhach had been on her own personal crusade against Voidsent, along with her band of Protean guardians acting as an effective screen around this toxic reality. Of course, even an archmage of Mhach had her limits---especially one that wasn’t quite at the apex of her power anymore---and so she settled down on an adrift chunk of what was probably a temple of some kind, now condemned to forever float in this nullspace.

For being “the Void”, there was still an awful lot of things in it. Crude matter of all sorts, twinkling stars in the distance, a beautiful aurora borealis. It was here that the Hellsguard noticed something peculiar sticking out of the nearby rubble.

“What did she find, what did Mistress find in calcifying reality-ulcer?” One of the snake-like Protean creatures snort-laughed. 

“An axe to cave your giggling head in with,” Melanthia rolled her eyes, approaching the weapon in question. She wasn’t quite sure why it got her attention. Discarded swords and such were everywhere out here, rusting relics of ancient, world-shattering apocalypse.

But it seemed to resonate deeply with her. Whispers in the back of the archmage’s mind beckoning her, pleading her to touch it. Desperate, yearning for release.

Little bird, little bird, thou possesses great untapped potential. You’ve the soul of a Warrior, a burning wraith from a world long dead. You must only needs to unlock it. As you fly across this realm of echoes and primordial hunger, you create a bleeding ulcer from which They cannot ignore. You are food to them. You will be overrun. Unless you help us. Help us. F̸R̴E̵E̸ ̵U̴S̸ ̴F̶R̷O̵M̶ ̸O̷U̸R̷ ̸M̵I̴S̵E̷R̵Y̸ AND YOU WILL BE---

“No.” She raised a finger, waggling it at the axe. That single word seemed to crack the foundations underneath them, her expression stony enough to collapse into a singularity. 

 “If you’re a possessed evil artifact, you have already lost. I happen to specialize in cursed artifacts, and I’m very good at destroying them. Secondly...If you are a weapon of some distant ancestor of mine, then I care not for your history. All I wish is for you to tell me what you are, and why I should not smash you to pieces.”

A pause. The eldritch, evil whispers spoke up once again, a little more muffled and less intense.

okay

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Melanthia found an axe in the Void.

She would never be the same again.