A tale of a dagger...
Ardoin had been gone, in search of treasures, and mining areas. Promising he would be back, he searched around Yliakum, supplies ready, he set out, not knowing what would happen soon enough. Weeks after his searching, he had come across a simple dagger, in surprisingly good condition. Ardoin picked up the dagger, saying to himself. "I could get a few tria off of this, I could." Not knowing that the dagger was enchanted, he picked it up, becoming rather attached to it. It's magical properties were drawing him closer to it. Managing to make it to hydlaa weeks after, and under sway of the dagger's magical influence, he had gotten into a number of fights over the increasing paranoia of his dagger.
It began with simple bursts of the phrase "Tis' mine, not yers." This paranoia and attachment began to grow into distrust of any he would meet. Friends were shooed away or threatened. As of recent, the dagger has been increasing it's influence on Ardoin, sometimes controlling Ardoin. He has fought back, and has been able to let out bursts of speech, or vain attempts in running away. No matter how hard he tries, however, he cannot be rid of this dagger of his own accord, the magical influence far to strong. The influence has proven deadly to Ardoin, causing him lack of sleep, attachment, and loss of free will (in some cases.) and in some cases killing of those whom are friends.
A recent case was in kada el's tavern. Allelia, while serving drinks, did not notice the dwarf stroking a dagger lovingly, staring at it. A fenki soon came in, one whom Ardoin knew. The fenki, named Miomai was soon killed by Ardoin, all the while, Ardoin trying to fight the influence of the dagger. Miomai had been rendered defenseless after showing off her fine daggers. Ardoin, roaring in bestial vigor, charged at Miomai, swinging his hammer, and hitting Miomai's ribcage. She soon fell over the railing and collapsed onto a table, candles falling off of the table, Miomai went under the table, trying to hide under it."P-Please stop," Miomai whimpered to Ardoin, who had been close to breaking the table. Soon after, a dermorian decided to help Miomai, and ended up crashing on the table. Miomai, with splinters in her back, was choking on her own blood. The dermorian tried, to no avail to heal her. Miomai was thrown into dakkru's embrace, and Ardoin managed to recover some control of his own body, for the moment. Running out of the tavern and running before guards could come, Ardoin had escaped hydlaa...
Shortly after, the dagger regained influence over Ardoin; stronger then before. The dagger has it's own set of goals, set by the crafter, who had long forgotten the dagger. The dagger's goals were simple; find a host, take control of said host, and test the resolve of the host by violent means. The tests have been done with, but the dagger will still influence Ardoin to kill or injure those whom are related to him, friends, or otherwise. The dagger's master had ordered the dagger to bring him skulls, the skulls of sentient beings, moreso, civilized beings. The creator forgot the weapon ages past. The dagger has found a new host; Ardoin...
(Welcome to 'The tale of a dagger' ongoing roleplay event! Tell Ardoin ingame, or me on the forums if you would like to join. I'm not to good at storytelling, and this is my first attempt at a storyline revolving around a character of mine.)
