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Reaper
"What I desire is a blade that I can use as my tool, a cowed blade would resist my attempts at dominating it, and when it passes to you, it would be very nearly worthless to you, as it is to me now," As he dropped the scabbard with Crysomer contained within, and drew the bleeding blade, he also gripped the amulet with the arrowhead, drawing blood once more, and letting it cover the arrow, feeling his own darkness enter the trinket, subtly altering the already powerful evil bound within, his will was strong and the arrow, though it resisted an outright change, was altered, as was the knight by the darkness within the arrowhead. A time would come for him to call upon it's power, and he wanted it to answer his own blackened soul, not the memory of a fallen godling. Part of the essence Larry had imparted to him was gone, twisted as it had been by him, it had been critical to alter the subtle enchantment of the arrow, a piece of itself, changed and returned. Like a virus, it would be undetectable by the native dark magics, until it was ready to serve the dark knight.
Both blades were placed on the ground while this happened, the inner struggle of wills, which the Reaper had kept within himself, if the witch observed his mind she would find nothing except greed for the power he was going to receive, and the price was too low for her to refuse him aid. He smiled silently as he thought of what his sword might do if granted the power he craved, and how well it might serve him.
OOC Reaper's sorceror levels have been transferred to the arrowhead, returning the dark power he was given to alter the magics within (if you like you can have him drop a level or two of his anti-paladinhood as well to compensate for the change in the dark magics)
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