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The Staff


Solivagus

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This is going to eventually be part of a Heinrich story, but as it doesn't have him in it and the staff won't come in to use for a fair time I wasn't sure where to put this, I'll leave that problem with the elders :D . By the way-need some advice with this. Should the word "Staff" always begin with a capital, since it's been given a title?

 

The Staff, dubbed the Staff of Truth, revolved slowly in its prison of light and dark. Half black, half white, the wooden ends were separated by a long strip of metal. The dark side of the Staff was carved with horrific, frightening runes and seemed to radiate darkness. Men who looked to long upon that side were said to go mad, and those who touched it to be incinerated. Now gaze upon the bright side. Shining bright as if to try both to drown out it’s twin and to balance it, it seems also to radiate power, but one of beauty. The runes carved upon this end drew the eyes of men to it, and it was claimed that this side would never harm another being. Or so it was said.

 

Rumours though, that’s all they were. For no one had touched the Staff. No man alive had seen the staff save for the Lords and the High Judge, and they only for a few seconds, for they knew that the rumour of madness at least were true. They tried with all their might to remove the Staff from its prison, to release it to work wonders with its legendary power, or to destroy it and prevent the dark side from destroying the land, but all to no avail. The Staff was not made for them.

 

Oh there were legends of course, there always are. There were legends that the Staff would one day be taken up by a man who would wield it for good or for ill. Whispered talk travelled at night, and it had to be at night and in whispers. The legends were that only a true High Judge could grasp the object said to be the essence of power, and yet the High Judge could not retrieve it from its resting place. These rumours were crushed as soon as found, crushed by the army dubbed the White Cross, the army that answered only to the Lords and the High Judge. They did not appreciate such talk.

 

But no one, whether Lord, Judge or soldier, could entirely quell the talk of the world…

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