Level 6 - Thane Adept of Plentiful Musings
Some say the blade is cursed and brings despair to any who own it, others believe that it is merely coincidental misfortune.
The jaguar stood at the door of the temple. The smell of blood from within assailed his keen senses. He placed one paw, and then another, over the threshold. The priest walked to the door, as the sun's light faded, and greeted the warrior Tepiltzin.
The bard tuned his lyre for the 5th time. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. Ancient eyes greeted him. This would be his last performance, it had to be perfect.