[ 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 .

It is familiar, you have felt this since you were a child. Its comforting and puts your mind at ease. This was mea n't for you, now in the presence of the grand hall you know this to be true, more then ever. You feel your heart racing as images flash back. 
 
 Bedtimes stories, when the queen was still well. You'd always ask her, if you would be like uncle Auriliues. Her answer was always the same, one that you never really understood until now. 
 
 Then there was the seer, who took your palm and said you had a gift; no matter how much you fought it, this would be your destiny. 
 
 The most technically proficient Praetorian the empire ever produced.Your precision and mastery of skills unmatched.But there was an emptiness, until now. 
 
 What mother said, the greatest warrior never spilled a single drop of blood, 
 what the seer reminded you of; the writers fork, 
 you finally felt fulfilled, this was right. 
 
 It has all come together with that dusty old stylus, the one that laid the very foundation of the empire 
 This was your weapon.
