Long ago the kingdoms learned how to imbue their weapons with magic, creating frightening tools that sundered entire forests and cleaved mountains. Swords and whatsuch like this were in high demand until...
One day magic weapons acquired, an intelligence of sorts, and the people grew dissatisfied when their swords, axes, maces, and whatnot started having thoughts of their own, some would abhor being used and others would relish in destruction to a terrifying degree, begging to be used.
And that, is where you come in, a sword with the plainest enchantments left to gather dust in a cave for years until today. It is up to you to shape your destiny, determine if you end up next to greatness or as a piece of fancy scrap, but first you must leave the cave.
What do?
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