I’ve had the same sword for a long time. The blade is dinged up and the leather on the grip is cracked to all hell. I mostly use the sword to kill monsters and, in that regard, it is perfectly functional. But it is by no means a cool sword.
I wish I had a magic sword.
“I can see the temple up ahead!” says Dvalinn. “Ohhh I’m starting to get excited!” Dvalinn flashes me a smile and strokes his long red beard. As a dwarf, he’s more or less required to have a beard down to his waist. The worst dishonor for a dwarf is to be debearded.
“Finally,” I say. My body is coated in sand from the island winds. It’ll be nice just to be indoors in the shade.
Dvalinn and I set sail for this tiny island three weeks ago. For the past four days, we’ve been searching for the legendary Temple of Spades. Supposedly, there is a magical artifact hidden inside.
We found out about the temple from an ancient Dwarven book. While we were sailing, Dvalinn spent his days studying it for hints regarding what we’ll find in the temple.
