Forging the Bloodshard (story)

[Vertrax]

         I would tell you who I am, but I don't know. I would tell you how long it has been since the doors of this hateful place closed behind me, but time is nothing here, where night and day are only memories. All that I know is that because of the dark tasks that I must perform are merely a part of the creation of a monstrosity that will ravage the Drakkellian Alliance and make way for my masters, whoever they are to rise from the remains, that I know, I know it as certainly as the collar that is bound to my neck.
         I the alchemist know that each time I wake, I will find the a basin filled to the brim with blood and a slave, skeletally thin yet somehow alive by some dark magic that sustains it's life-force in the husk of a body drained of blood. and that each time I must draw iron from the blood, a small chunk of pure metal that now holds the life, spirit and will of that poor slave. Each piece of iron added to the blade, hundreds of souls mixed and molded together. and as its dark edge grows, so too does the magic that is imbued into the sword. warriors, mages, political rivals, all who oppose my masters disappear, their blood and souls into a sword, forged deep in the earth beyond knowledge of any who bother to look.

[Golanthius]

I like this, it has potential. I would like to read more of it.

Thanks for posting it

[avisarr]

I like it too. It's a strong opening. I hope it's the beginning of a larger story.