_{by jaymamma.}

It seems like Dare’s “Where’s the shitter routine drew half the dam denizens of this shit show of a castle right too us. At least at this point I hoped so. I had heard no alarms sound, so that could mean there is plenty more where that came from, or maybe the most of it is now over. Alternately, maybe we still had an option of some stealth and more foes to face. I think caution would be the way from here. Mercarri and Mystic’s magics had to be close to depleted. Without healing we may not have been victorious. We needed to explore the areas we had now cleared. Hopefully find a place to rest longer and let our healers replenish their magical stores. Hopefully, dare would stop just barging in everywhere. 

    I would punch him, if I wasn’t so exhausted. That was a lot of goblins. A whole hive of them. Then some weird tentacle monster I have never seen, then more dam goblins. The shaman or witch doctor, whatever he was, was the most powerful opponent we faced here thus far. Though, I suspect much of his power came from that staff. I may have had more interest in it a few weeks ago, but now I had Cursebringer. His staff was no proof against the bringer of curses, a flick of the wrist, and a whisper to provoke the runes. When the goblin shaman swapped places with his ally he sealed his fate. Wolfen claws and the black-silver edge of Cursebringer had claimed another, with still many to come.

    The more I wield the blade, the more I come to realize it’s properties. I know enough to surmise that maybe “It’s nature” is a better word to use than properties. The name of the sword isn’t exactly what it seems. It does not bring a curse upon it’s living targets, not at all. Well if you count its ability to move my Hex Curse to a new opponent. Its, name was not curse mover though, and for good reason. It cursed those it slew, and I don’t mean just with a bloody death. Weaker souls I suppose were luckier when meeting their end upon its edge. They were simply obliterated. The goblins, orcs, other humanoids were mostly destroyed. Those of a stronger sort, they would be truly cursed. Like the banshee Agatha, they would be absorbed, entombed, imprisoned. They were to be the playthings of my patron. I wondered how long this was for.

    I don’t know how many are cursed within it. I know of Agatha, and the wolf lord. When the runes are invoked I suspect it is from these souls, comes the power of the attack. I could have sworn I saw the specter of the wolf as I invoked the runes. The others did not seem to notice, maybe it was just I who could. Possibly the attack is so fast that it is just a blur and I see something that is not.

    The staff he carried did interest me though. I could see Mystic’s distaste when she touched it, if she could not stomach it’s use, maybe I could find use for it. Mainly, I wanted it to taunt Thalia with. I could picture her walking by me in the street all Hoity toity that she was. I could just hold up the staff, point and say “Hey Thalia look its “Goat Head” get it” Onlookers would laugh, she would get frazzled, and I suppose cry herself to sleep, and dream of large donged goats. Snotty knave. Ugh.