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The day seemed to start off like any normal day in Sundren. Sitting alone at the campfire of the Exigo trading post I noticed a lone figure approach. He did not sit as he came closer to the fire yet he bade me for an adventure in slaying Undead. Having a hatred for the Undead like most Elves I agreed to lend him my Bow. After we exchanged pleasentries we headed off to the dreaded Necropolis. Nothing out of the ordinary was waiting for us as we approached though you could fell that something was not right in the air. We prepared for battle and charged the first group of Undead. This man whoever he was must of been a Holy man for he slayed the Undead like they were Goblins. It was surely a sight to see. In the midst of the battle one of the Undead scored a leathal blow piercing the mans armor wounding his heart. As he lay on the ground trying to stay alive he passed his weapon to me and told me of it's History. I tried to save the man but he refused my help to take him from that dreadful place. I was not happy to leave the man there. It will haunt me for the rest of my days in one form or another. The Sword that he left to me is named Ars Victus A Holy Blade designed for dispatching Undead. He said before he came into it's possesion the Sword was wielded by a Celestial being. The being had fallen fighting Deamons and left the Man the Sword as he left it to me. To my dismay I can't use such a wepaon but it is my task and duty to the Fallen to find it a right and proper Owner.