[ WP ] You discover a grand hall filled with legendary weapons like Mjonir and Excalibur . Each generation or so , warriors come to the hall to inherit a weapon that they are worthy enough to wield . Across the hall you see a forgotten weapon that 's been collecting dust . You hear it call to you .

My feet felt like lead, but moved with out effort. Each step a full thud in the cavernous hall. Bows of bone and swords of crystal, I passed without thought. Blades so sharp the air around them curled and whipped as it was cut a million time. Tomes lay amongst these weapons, nearly spilling over with knowledge. The mind must be a powerful weapon to belong here, I mused as I enter the pool of shadows that gravitated around the dusted object. 
 
 The shadows were not malevolent nor any power, it was just the force of time veiling an object that had no use, no purpose. But as I stood closer, light seemed to enter. Slow and with uncertainty, but it was needed. The object was forgotten no longer, it was needed. 
 
 With my hand I grasped it, and the words sung in my mind. Words that described purpose, name and intention. It felt of power and destiny. I could feel it inside and out. My lungs burning and heart racing. I could feel the stitches in my clothes, the notes do dust passing me by. 
 
 And in that moment of ecstasy I said a name. 
 
 `` God Thorn''
