» Sat May 26, 2012 10:40 pm
Lifedrinker, the Eternal Blade.
Daedric sword: 87 base damage
Enchanted with two effects: 25 absorb health and soul trap
Vardel Vellul, the daedric paladin dragonborns weapon. originally crafted and enchanted by himself to just soul trap, to appease lord Clavicus Vile. After sending multiple souls to one of his many lords, Vardel is instructed by Prince Meridia to kill a powerful necromancer that has corrupted her shrine. He accepts, and tracks the necromancer down in the shrines under croft. A long and brutal fight occurs. They sling spells at eachother for what fells like eternity, until the necromancer falls. Vardel smirks, waiting for the purple flash, the visual effect of a soul being sent to Prince Clavicus, but it never comes. Vardel watches in awe as a powerful shade rises from the necromancers corpse. The shade begins charging a powerful cloud of frost. As the Shade fires, Vardel shouts "FEIM ZI GRON!" becoming ethereal and negating the attack. Vardel charges, and the evil Shade does something he thought was impossible. It grabs the ethereal paladin by his throat, and picks him up by it. he cant feel the chocking, but the shade is using a dark magic to drain the life from Vardel's spiritual form. He struggles, but he cant break free. He places the ethereal blade in the shades chest, and the shout runs its course. he becomes solid again, as does his blade. The shade releases it's grasp. it clutches the hilt, still casting the life draining spell. The glow of the spell surrounds the blade and the shade (lol rhyme). the shade speaks. "Champion of Meridia. Your prince's obsession with sanctifying the dead will be your curse. You will never receive the burial rights that your Lord loves and embodies, for you will never die. I bind you to this blade. Every foe you fell with this will only sustain you. every soul stolen will empower yours, and every drop of blood it spills will replenish yours. This blade will become a part of you. It cannot be cast away, or relinquished. it is forever belongs to you, and you to it. with my last breath and power, I DAMN YOU CHAMPION!"
Vardel is sickened. He leaves the blade, and walks away, but as if it were conjured, the blade appears in its sheath. Vardel cast the blade aside and runs, but to no avail. for weeks he tries to rid himself of it. Thrown from the highest peaks, drop into raging rivers, melted down in the hottest forges. In his desperation, Vardel simply chooses to no longer kill, but soon finds that his duty to the Daedric Princes requires him to. Now he walks the earth, cursed with what others would call a gift, knowing he can never enter his lords plains, for he can never transcend this mortal body.