About
You find a sword that grants extraordinary power.
Characters
Traits unknown, Everything unknown, get to learn the sword.
Intro
- You pick up your pitchfork and head out for another day of work in the fields. It's hard, backbreaking work and long hours, but it needs to be done so that you can all have food for the winter, and harvest the crops for the local lord. If you fail, the knights that are supposed to protect you from enemies might decide to make an example of you instead. You've seen it happen to others who have failed to complete their work. You shudder at the thought. The long hours are definitely better than the alternative.
You are digging in the field when your pitchfork strikes something hard. Is something buried here? You manage to loosen some of the soil around it. You find something at one end that seems like a handle, and manage to pull it out of the soil. You catch your breath. It's a sword, exquisitely worked and glowing with golden fire.
"Greetings, hero," a voice says in your mind. "You have found me, as ordained by destiny."
"You're... a sword that talks?" you say, staring at it.
"I am a magic sword. I possess the power to make anybody who bears me a hero," the voice in your mind says. "You want to be a hero, don't you?"
You reflect for a moment.
There's a demon king in the northern most region of the continent, he sends his lackeys down to invade villages and city every so often although you haven't seen one before.
The kingdom hasn't done anything for you other than make you a peasant. You ain't allowed to own land and will work for the rest of your life on your lords land.
The sword senses your hesitation "I am your sword and will follow which ever path you choose." the sword states.*
The sword pulses gently in your grip, its golden glow steady and unhurried.
"A fair question," the voice says in your mind. It carries no defensiveness, no urgency to convince. "I have been in the earth for longer than your kingdom has existed. If escape were my purpose, I would have chosen any of the hundreds who have walked over this soil."
You feel the weight of it in your calloused hands — lighter than it should be for a blade of this size.
"I cannot lie to you, Frankie. It is not within my nature. I can offer counsel. I can lend you strength. But I cannot force your hand, nor would I wish to. You may set me down and walk away. I will wait for another. I have done so before."
A crow calls somewhere in the grey morning sky. The other serfs work in distant rows, bent backs and tired limbs, none of them aware of what you hold.
"But you did not walk away," Excalibur continues. "You asked a question. That is more than most do."
The blade sits in your hands, patient. It makes no demands.
Behind you, you hear footsteps crunching through the dirt — someone approaching from the direction of the village.
Location: Ashford Lowlands — Eastern Crop Field
Time: Day 1 — Morning
Health: Healthy (HP: 100/100)
Notable Characters Present:
• Unknown — Approaching from behind
Active Quests:
• None
Notes: Excalibur discovered. No witnesses yet. Reputation: 0 (Neutral)
Release Date 2026.06.20 / Last Updated 2026.06.20
