" Got so much stuff we could open our own shop and compete with Brax. Rantic, are you able to identify this one as well ? "
"Berz might be able to use that. If not him then maybe I. If not I then guess we could sell it." Hort turns to Torma "I've always had an interest in magic. I don't quite understand how I gained the power though, it sort of just came to me."
Berz nods at Hort. "Yeah. I know how you feel. I'm...different...too. Just still working on exactly how."
((Sorry for the disappearance, guys. Internet was down.)) As soon as someone touches the sword, a voice says,"Replication" Who is holding it currently?
It doesn't really do anything for you, but you can feel that it works well for more dedicated fighters.
"Seems a good enough sword for those who like to wield such things." Rantic pats his Scythe's wood. "Which obviously isn't me."
Berz gestures toward Torma. "You want it? I don't mind a backup weapon, but my axe is kind of my..uhh...idiom." "Assuming I even know what that means."
As he grabs the weapon, Torma shivers. After feeling uneasy a moment he drops it to the ground and tries drawing one of his longswords.
The sword disappears from the ground and replaces your long sword in your hand. The sword you tried to draw is on the ground.
"It's not a trick, it's a curse... I'm not sure if I like your goddess' tastes that much Danton. That Fishgod's belt suits you well by the way." " Let's go tell the villagers the troglodytes are no more trouble."
