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Many many years of war have been waged and so many men have died. It seems he who carries the Mournful sword survives every war. Any bearer of the cursed sword soaks the souls of each and every kill he makes and with it their rage grows within the sword making it impossible to wield by man. No man can remember when the sword could be wielded by one hand; Now even the bearer must use two. A berserkly God the bearer becomes, a god of war.
Far to the east in a land of perilous magic a tiny village sits in a small valley between the mountains of creation. Not many of the farmers who lived there had any skill with a blade. Most could shoot a bow or throw stones but it was not a needed skill so far from evil and war. The tiny village had a leader who was once a glorious war hero who lost taste in fighting for kings and glory. He settled down away from terror and brought those who wished to follow with him. It has been many years since he has picked up a sword or wielded armor on his back. He was now a father of a strong boy who is very curious of the outer world and wants to test his skill with a sword, too young. Trying to keep him in such a small place may become difficult in years to come.
And so life continued for the village folk and mouths were fed rather well since all worked hard. But after a Harvest one fateful year, terror finally reached out to the abstruse village by strange coincidence. Without warning and without care, The God of war ravaged through the village destroying everyone in sight. As many people that could escape the Berserkers rage, ran to the hut of the once bold warrior who has retrieved his Axe upon which many have been slain before. He could not wear the armor though, his age took a tole on his body but; His son wears it upon his back and carries a sword although it has never seen battle.
As the god of war finally reaches the hut after destroying everything in his path, the 10 farmers left are ready to take a stand. The axes master carries the villagers into battle with his son not far behind. Arrows broke at the magical armor worn by the god and the eager sons first strike shattered his puny sword against the helmet of his enemy. Looking for a good place to strike, the veteran hero circles around the berserker dodging heavy blows that would kill every time. Without a weapon the young boy tested his courage and tries to tackle the treacherous god. Now a swing is directed away from the hero and to his son. The hero quickly throws down his axe and pushes his son out of the swords reach. The hero takes a lethal blow to his middle back which came out his lower stomach. The gods sword pierced the ground at a slight angel still in between the torso and legs of the dead hero. At the same time the berserker fell to his knees and let go his mighty sword. His magical armor vanished and a puny and feckless farmer, from some other village, replaced the mighty god.
While the heroes son takes his eyes off his fathers corpse, they become myopic to the sword jammed into the ground. Even through his distraught, the boys anger took over, only concerned with revenge. In one quick motion the boy starts at a quick run to the feckless farmer and he set out to grab the sword. One hand would not pull out the sword from its sheath in the earth, and the boy stops to put two hands on. As soon as both hands were touching the sword the young boys eyes began to glow red and light project to the heavens. His entire body grew to a mans size and he now wielded the mighty raiment once seen on his enemy.
Now a new God of war has risen. The gods attention turned first to the feckless farmer still on his knees and near death from fatigue. He raised his mighty sword. One swing as if he was handling a plow cleaned the farmers head right into the dirt, but the god let go his cursed sword while finishing his swing. It flew into the mountains behind the village and pierced the rock face. the sword pushed through all the way to the handle so that none of the bloodied claymore could be seen but its magnificent handle.
The god fell on his face and on the way down transformed into a boy again. The curse was broken for the young boy because he took his revenge for his fathers death. Lets hope no man ever tries to wield the claymore stuck into the rock. If it ever is in a mans possession again, who knows if they will be as lucky as this village.
Every bearer is immortal and gains all the powers of all the souls once killed before his time. Every new warrior who wields the curse is stronger than those before him. Every bearer is covered in a magical suit of armor impenetrable by any melee attack or magic. Absolute war will continue to be waged as long as their is a bearer to the sword because he who controls it cannot be controlled.