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Can be countered by overpowering the mixture of light and darkness one way or the other.May not be able to overpower Transcendent Weaponry.May need a source of light-darkness, or two different sources of light and darkness, to use powers or even be effective at all.The power of the weapons depends on what they were created for or what level of light-darkness-based ability they possess. This ability is not only specific to mystic weapons, but also technologically advanced weapons. But not even that thought could dampen her hopes that they each held in their gnarled hands.The user can to create or wield weaponry with power over light-darkness, a mixture of light and darkness that nonetheless keeps the two as distinct entities. They reminded her of a group of crows, swathed in black, gathered over their latest victim. Seren stood before the aged guild masters with all her hopes showing brightly on her face as they examined the workmanship of her precious scarlet cloth. Like the Arthur of legend, his destiny was to rule over Camelot, only his Camelot was unlike any you have ever seen or heard beforeвЂ¦ This is the story of the Kerrigan, the champion of all things evil. 'You are the oneвЂ¦' the breezy, haunting voice whispered ominously through the trees, scaring the boy even more than the light had.

Consuming.ДЄnd he knew he would never be the same again. The boy held the sword aloft in his sweaty palm as he felt the power of it running through him like hot wine. With its red light shining brightly in the dim foliage, the sword seemed to sing like a dragon cooing to its young. The fire vanished from the blade that still glowed as if it were a living creature. Men before the light touched them, they became nothing more than smoldering piles of ash. It cast its fey light on those in pursuit of the boy, striking them down instantly where they stood.

The blade of the sword glowed red, then turned to fire. The boy cried out as the bittersweet pain seized his heart. Then with a resounding scrape of metal that echoed through the dark, cursed forest, the sword came free.

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It stared at him for a full heartbeat as if measuring his worthlessness. The gold on the pommel parted slowly to reveal a red dragon's eye. The sword's power crept through his body, invading him, hurting him. It felt as if his hands were now melded and forged to the rusted hilt that turned to gold underneath his hands.

Suddenly a surge of painful power went through him. Terrified, the sweaty, breathless boy, dressed only in filthy rags, wrapped both of his grimy hands around the rough hilt and heaved with all his might. They would be upon him at any moment, and he would be beaten or worse. He could hear the thundering hooves crashing through the brush as his enemies came closer and closer still.

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Grasping the rusted hilt of it, he gave a yank, praying with all his heart that it would come free so that he could fight those who sought him. One in need of a sword to protect himself from those out to harm him, and lo and behold, there in the deep, dark, overgrown forest was a sword he might use. He was just a lad in the height of his youth, trying to survive the harshness of his life. They hid it well, hoping that it would be lost to the world of man forever.ДЄnd so it was until the day when a young man happened upon it.Д«orn to a peasant mother who was known to despise and resent him, he was nothing remarkable. For years it lay fallow in the heart of the darkest forest of Britannia, unseen and unknown, and protected by a spell that would allow only one person of special birth to draw it forth from its resting place. Fearful of who would one day command its magic, its owner sent it out into the world with a sole guardian who imbedded it deep into a boulder. Fate would have that the first room was the one of where she. Those who sought to destroy this sword, only to learn that nothing forged by the fey could be destroyed by mere mortal hands. and then, her father's calm eyes, the shining blade of a warrior. Nor could it be defeated.Д«ut as with all things of great power, there were those who feared it. So long as a man wore it strapped to his hips, he would never bleed. Even the scabbard that protected the sword was special. Imbued with their power and nurtured by the soul of the goddess Britannia, the sword was said to grant immortality and superhuman strength to any who wielded it. Long ago in a land that was lost in anarchy, there was an enchanted sword that had been forged by the hands of the fey.

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