Help Wanted: Artifact Investigation!

[JotunWarrior]

Two or three of these messages are posted at the Exigo Trading Post, in areas where those of an adventurous nature are likely to spot them. They are written in neat script, on rather ordinary paper.

Wanted: Seers, Sages, Wizards & Wiseguys. Anyone with a good memory for stories, or a willingness to scour tomes is welcome to apply.

For: Investigation into the history and properties of a mysterious magical artifact known as The Dragon Shredder; a powerfully-enchanted greataxe which occasionally screeches and screams. Artifact can be further examined in person.


Payment for verified information will be ample, inquire at The Drunken Dragon, Mirakus Post.

[FriendlyNecromancer]

After seeing one of the messages near Exigo Trading Post, Sareth decides to head to the Drunken Dragon, seeking to uncover the mysteries of the magical artifact with the aid of his god.

[Chocolate Radio]

Even a short while through the ritual, the on-and-off wailing of the axe began to grate against the back of his concentration. The incense burners were lit, set up around the crates and corners of the Drunken Dragon's back room. The slivers of ivory, cut from the tusks of local wild boar, were arranged in the proper rectangle required for the incantation. And then there was the axe, lying there on the floor, screaming away.

The rag-wrapped elf kept one index finger on the bottom of the thing's pommel while his lips spoke the arcane words, while his free hand worked the gestures needed to proceed. So he sat there, for strenuous minute after minute, while the artifact continued to echo over his mutterings. In behind shut eyes, however, the arcanist made an attempt to scry through into ages buried deep in history. The tales which may have never hit parchment. The stories which died with the ears that have heard them.

When the final word of magic was spoken, the elf opened his eyes once more, seeing that the ivory he laid down was reduced to nothing but useless dust. The incense sticks he lit were ash laid down in a line across the base of the incense burners. The axe remained, however. With hope, so did the tales of its history, buried somewhere in the back of the mage's mind. Hefting the thing in his hand, Samak stood on shaky legs that have long since fallen asleep during his trance. With luck, the ritual of Legend Lore may have gleaned something worth knowing.