Broadsword (Champion) (Chaotic Good)

What to expect: You've been sent on a religious mission, serving your Goddess and your fringe movement. It's also the first time you've been away from home; how well do you behave far away from the judging eyes of your family and Matriarch?

You slowly walk around the space, littered with so many weapons, including some you don't have a proper name for. More than you had ever seen in one place, by far. Many would look at this and think of it as an armory, including you, had you not been more properly trained than that. Although you had yet to be in one yourself, you knew how a soldier thinks versus the civilians. There was no rhyme or reason here; whoever owned this room and it's menagerie merely filled it however they could, cramming it hapharzardly. A true armory would have been organized, sorted, everything laid out in a way that made cogent sense, so that those who used the space could arm themselves as quickly as possible. This belonged to some form of an eccentric collector, you figured, judgbing not just by the randomness of it's composition, but by the wide variety of things that were here. They were a wealthy eccentric collector, by the looks of it, as these were all of high quality. So you guessed, from what you had been told. You had only seen a few weapons up close; those belonging to the Shoza guards patrolling your island. The weapons you've held in your own hands amount to one, and that brought you to a strange mystery.

"What in the world?" You let out into the quiet room as your eyes focused on one weapon in particular. A broadsword, well maintained, with an extremely decorative but functional hilt. You recognized it immediately. It was the sword of a Drow General of the Underdark. You picked it up and inspected the intricacies of the handle. It was identical to the one that belonged to Khilgana, who lead your community. Many words have been used to describe her over the decades. General. Matriarch. Traitor.

Prophet.

"It's yours now, Brenvira" You heard her familiar voice, which caused you snap out of your trance. You were no longer in the strange dark room, you were in the familiar sights of home, on the island of Hylsa. Along the northern shores, near a ship, with Khilgana leading the congregation, for your farewells. "That sword is the only weapon that we were allowed to keep in our surrender. The only piece of the Old World. It was given to me the day I was made a General. You are to carry on our cause, so it is only right that you carry a part of us with you."

You gave Matriarch Khilgana a bow "Thank you. This is more generous than I deserve. I promise I will not lose it, nor will I use it unless necessary."

Khilgana gave a humored sigh "Brenvira, I can guarantee you that you will need to use it, at some point. That's why I'm giving it to you. I would rather you come back with the sword having been well used than you not come back at all."

She let out a small cough as her eyes looked past you "Assuming that you use it to defend yourself, of course" Her voice was notably louder and ****, clearly meant for the guards' reassurance that you weren't a rogue or danger.

"I understand Matriarch. I won't cause trouble for us."

"Brenvira, you listen to me" she spoke sternly in the Old Tongue, so that the Sylran Elf guards would not understand "You get over there and you cause trouble. You are there to support the cause of your nation, and your Goddess, Varissa. What have I always taught you?"

"There is no victory if there is no battle, but a battle avoided is better than a battle lost"

"Indeed. They fear you, they fear all of us. That's why you are the first to leave this prison of an island in a century. Use what advantages you can."

"I will"

"Than be off" She said, returning to the Shozan tongue "Make us proud Brenvira, and may the First Sister always be at your side."

You made another bow, as you turned about, and followed the elven soldiers onto the ship. They made way to leave immediately, with naught a word spoken to you. You watched Hylsa, your small island home, fade slowly in the distance as the ship carried you North, to the Shozan Empire.