Following a similar morning regime, Kallista awoke and spent several minutes in prayer before readying herself to the trek below. With a simple thought, the shimmering armor returned, no worse for the events that took place the day before. Strapping her katana across her back and her long sword on her right hip, she drew the weapon which seemed to pulse with a life of it's own. Israfil, the name she had bestowed upon the weapon nearly glowed in the paladin's armored grip. After that, she removed the ornate short sword, the wakizashi, from her pack and handed it over to Toryn, here you go Oogletits, I've noticed you drooling when you look at it and it's more an ornament on me than a useful weapon. You can have it my friend.
Droskar's Crucible
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