As you go to pick up the spear, it takes a surprising amount of strength takes to pick up a simple stick with a knife at the end of it. It must have been over 50 pounds you think to yourself, with all the strain you're putting into holding this weapon.
looking closer at it, the name Moral Rebuke was on it, with a string of fancy words following. "Who so ever wields this assegai will be carrying everyone of their immortal thoughts ever thought of." Clearly this enchanted weapon must be apart of the test.
*creak*
In an a voice of an enthusiastic late 20s man coming you from across. "Hurry up lad, you need to pass this one last test before I can ship you off to Basic Boros Training." Came my recruiter, Sergeant Thigpin, an athletic man in light red, white, brown armor.
"Now remember, after you pass this next task, you'll be shipped off to fort lost in the ruins, and trained to be a valued solider in the boros guild. You'll pass right?"
Looking to him with a fire interested your eye, you exclaim yes, you'll do what it takes to pass.
"Good you're next task is ____________. Now fallow me."
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