[IRP] Return to the Dread Isle

[Swift_Assassin]

"That tome is stronger than Dyrnwyn's flames?" Lennox questioned in astonishment. Wolfram must not get his hands on the book, but it's dark magic beat him out. Would the church even be able to destroy this tome if they came here? Lennox shook the thought from his head to properly examine 'Dainsleif'. He headed down to the collapsed room. "I get a chance to fight one of the black marks on my family history, and he gets taken out by the room collapsing on him," he says to himself as he knelt down by the debris. "For someone who was rumored to have killed thousands in his crazed state in life, you were didn't amount to much in death. I guess age affects these morphs in ways other than their equipment decaying."

Lennox picked up a shard from the sword and he examined it carefully, while looking over Dyrnwyn as well. One of the rumors regarding the blade was that it was made by Francesca the Generous, not Dain Hyperion. Lennox could tell the craftmanship didn't match that of Dyrnwyn, but given the fragility, he doubted that it even was the original. Indeed, Dain's tactic's didn't match was he was historically known to do with that sword. For example, Dain wouldn't have run into the room if he was using the actual Dainsleif. "Damn, too bad," he said before walking over to Raye.

"I'm so sorry about hurting you. My mind wasn't my own. Please forgive me."