[ IP ] The Black Blade .

I shall not go. 
 
 I shall not. I refuse to return to that cursed ever-frozen place, where the trees are withered and even the hottest summer leaves the tainted earth blanketed in snow. 
 
 I saw them I tell you. The old things, the things that made our ancient ancestors cower shivering in their caves, things that gave us our fear of large black eyes and long bodies and arms and wide gaping mouths and long bony fingers back when we were little more than animals. 
 
 They are n't gone, you see, they're still alive, stalking in the woods with their eyes that do n't see and their hands that do n't feel but their gaze pierces your soul and their hands want to curl around the tender flesh of human throats. 
 
 I was running, constantly warding these ancient horrors with fire and steel but they would n't die. I cut and burned until they were nothing but blood and ash staining the snow, but they kept screaming, their inhuman howls echoing in my ears. 
 
 Then I saw the Black Blade, guarded by those three cloaked spirits, those twisted mockeries of nature, abominations that would make the Lord turn his face from this wretched grove. They are not His creations and they do not fear His name. The cross on my armor did no more to rebuke these foul aberrations than a pebble thrown at their stomachs. 
 
 Tempted by these children of the Devil I strode forth in a foolish delusion that this wretched object might let me strike down the darkness by wielding it's tools against it. But through faith in God I banished these whispers of demons and fled. 
 
 Each night I pray in the name of our Savior that no man should ever take hold of that cursed weapon. It is the Sword of The Beast, and not until the final battle shall the blessed be able to fight against it.
