Spending a little extra time to find the artifact would be a wise use of time. King Emeril’s reward would be there when he returned. Whatever the artifact it would fetch a handsome price to the right buyer and Karas knew a number of purveyors of magical items. With a few words to the local gossips and a few coins dropped in the right palms he soon the local legend and got a good idea of where to start.
The stories talked of a legendary warrior whose skill was only surpassed by the strength of his blade. Where the warrior went wrong according to legend was hatred of women. He looked down on all of them and killed any he deemed unworthy of life according to his impossible standards. Cursed by a god or magic user of some form the stories varied on this point. But the end result was that if his blade spilled female blood he would know of their struggles. The exact terms of the terms lost to the annals of time. His tomb was said to be a short way from the village and his coins bought him a likely location. Karas figured that his sword would lie in rest there.
Karas felt reassured that he was on the right path as he passed beyond the village graveyard into an older set of crypts and tombs. The superstition dwelling in the villagers kept them from doing more than pointing out the location. Fear of what lay beyond their humble graveyard kept them them from seeking the sword themselves. Karas’s history of battling undead and monsters from the other side left him unafraid of stories. Besides most of them ended up being exaggerated. The tomb that confronted him now displayed a warrior statue that looked promising.
First he looked for any signs magical markings and traps. Seeing none he proceeded to pry open the crypt. With a heave the stone slab fell to the ground with a loud crash. In the tomb only one grave lay in the center. Again searched the area but only found an unadorned tomb. Opening the coffin proved to be no problem. In it he found the final remains of a warrior buried with his now decayed armor and sword. He looked at the blade through the remnants of the scabbard. The blade still held sharpness that should of fade with age. Karas smiled realizing he discovered what he was looking for.
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