Chapter 2: One Bad Apple

Whisperthorn is a slender dagger with a blade forged from smoky, translucent steel that catches and twists light in unsettling ways, almost like rippling mist trapped in metal. Its hilt is wrapped in faded violet silk, and the crossguard is carved with writhing serpents. When drawn, the dagger hums softly, almost like the last breath of a forgotten song.

Centuries ago, a secretive sect of artisans took it upon themselves to craft instruments of resistance. Not brute weapons, but elegant tools.
Over the centuries, it had been lost and found, always appearing when it felt it was needed. Now it has found the priest and, in turn, Wolfram.

Tzal knew it in his mind. The accusatory gaze of Lauretta and Wolfram. They won't understand that burning all these arcane spells of powers was such a waste of potential. Nothing good will come out of an undead priest's tomb sarcophagus, but he needed to see it. For once atleast. Once he returned to his place of staying, he pored over the papyrus. He was versed in arcane script, and he spent hours trying to decipher the contents of the spells. What he came to know was damning. The spells belonged to the almost chthonic forbidden powers of the cosmos. Something that defies the natural order and twists it from any meaning. One of the spells gives an unholy, malign sentience to the reciever's limb, and the other one summoned blasphemous vermin to drive the mind of the insane and feed on them. These arcane spells were powerful, but it was really damnable. His hands were shaking from all the realization and findings. He took a long, hard look at the papyrus and then wrapped it up.

He proceeded to find Lauretta and when he finally saw the crusader, he approached her. "You are right, these spells are dangerous and distort the reality in a blasphemous way. Take it and burn them. I needed to know, and I have known it enough to destroy such damnable spells."

Seeing Tzal bring her the profane scroll helped alleviate her concern for him. She was still waiting for induction into the Hammers of the High One when he found her.

"Thank you for bringing this to me. I'm glad to see you choose to separate your power over the arcane from these unhallowed writings. May they never escape the flames again."

With a secure bonfire, Lauretta tosses in the scroll and watches over its destruction. She wishes her friend well before they once again go there separate ways.