Jeannie
*He walked up the mountains adjusting his new mask, it made him feel odd having eyes on him at all times but he was slowly getting used to it*
Scott
*At the summit of one of the tallest mountains, almost scraping the clouds, was a sword. It was stuck, blade down, into the bare rock. It's blade was a light orange, etched with Sylvan runes. It's pommel was shaped like a miniature star. All around it was a strange, unnatural breeze.*
Jeannie
"Oooo hello shiny pointy thing, yes I will pawn you off for gold"*He says as he scrambles up to the blade taking a deep breath as he found it hard to breath before wrapping one hand on the hilt of the sword giving it a tug*
Scott
*The blade doesn't move an inch as he tries to pull it. It remains steadfast within the stone.*
Jeannie
*He let out a growl putting his foot on the rock grabbing with both hands this time using way more force on the sword*
Scott
*As he strains and pulls the sword doesn't budge. However, the wind around him picks up speed. Suddenly a great gust of wind rushes over Payton, knocking back. Suddenly Payton hears a voice inside of his mind. It's voice is quiet, like a whisper. It sounds vaguely feminine.*

"I will not be pawned by a petty thief. You will leave me, lest you be blown away like a leaf among a torrent of wind."
Jeannie
"Huh? What the hell?...Where are you?...What are you?"*He says aloud as he draws his dagger looking around as the wind blows, as he pulls his mask tighter*
Scott
*The voice emanates from inside of Payton's mind.* "I am known as Gust of Wind over Empty Plain". I am often called "Gust" For short. I am just before you. I am the sword you wish to steal. I will not allow this to happen. I will not be pawned like jewelry."
Jeannie
"A-talking sword? Know I've seen it all. And what exactly are you doing up here gust?"*He asked walking over to the sword once again giving it a poke as he sat down *
Scott
"My last wielder placed me here when his work was finished. He slew a great beast. He sought to place me somewhere isolated, so my power can be called upon when the time is right. You are no great hero. You are a thief. You will refer to me with my full name. You are not my wielder. You will refer to me as only 'Gust of Wind over Empty Plain.'"
Jeannie
*He went silent for a minute before exploding with laughter at her rediculuse request* "No I will not actually I like gus as a better name, also I am no theif where is your weilder? Dead? There's no stealig from the dead but what I am is a slayer of gods" *The last pat was said with a ray of importants*
Scott
"You are no god slayer. You are a puppet. You are a tool of the Dweller Beyond the Curtain: Enthera. My previous wielder is none of your concern."
Jeannie
*He kicks the sword hard*"I AM NO ONES PUPPET. It's an observer in exchange for power though do tell if your creator is so nobel how long has he left you up on this miserable rock exactly?"
Scott
*The moment he kicks the sword a burst of air slams into him from above. Forcing him down on his knees with incredible pressure. Despite the force, the voice of the blade is still a whisper.* "You will not touch me with your filthy boots. How long I have spent here is none of your concern. You will leave now or I will launch you from this peak."
Jeannie
"The way you talk makes it sound as though your ignoring the truth"*He says as he groans nees hurting from being forced down* "Your owner abandonded you on this mountain for god knows how long." *He said as he walked around the sword* "For whatever reason and here you are rusting away waiting for something that will never happen" *He said in a condicending voice*
Scott
*The pressure lessens and the dissipates completely. The sword is silent for a moment.* "...Fifteen years, three months, twelve days. That is how long I have been confined to this peak. My owner said a new wielder would approach when the time is right. He said he would visit. He never has."
Jeannie
*He nods* "Sounds about right but this other weilder... That I might be able to help out with was anyinformation given about them?...Goals perhaps? Maybe appearence?
Scott
"Why? Why do you ask for information regarding my previous wielder? It is of no concern to you."
Jeannie
"Perhaps it is. You said it yourself that therenis another weilder coming and hey... How many other's have made it up here? Judging by the fact you are willing to converse I dare say in those fifteen years you have seen very little life"
Scott
"You are implying that you are the prophesied wielder. I struggle to believe this. You have made a deal with a monster beyond this realm. You have shown me disrespect. You have even kicked me. I find it hard to believe that you would be the one to use me."
Jeannie
"And yet is that not how these story's typically go? The unlikly hero? But tell me what do you know about this hero then? If I am not him there is no harm in telling me is there?" *He asked as he sat on a rock not to far away*
Scott
*The sword is silent, and the breeze dies down slightly.* "I was given no information on the one who would wield me next. My previous wielder was... Frustratingly vague."
Jeannie
"Maybe I can help narrow it down then. What exactly is it you were used to kill? Monster's? People?.....Gods?"*The last part was asked as if he were a serpent sleezing it's way through the grass*
Scott
"My previous wielder used me against men. Royal men. Those who abused their power. Afterwards, he used me to kill monsters and demons. Users even before him used me for other creatures. I have a storied history."
Jeannie
"Crooked people of power you say? And did you enjoy it? Taking out the corrupt I mean?" *He asked curiusly it started as a joke but the first part was to spicific for him not to take interest in*
Scott
*The blade's voice remains a whisper, as always, but it has an edge to it. As if this question is considered rude or offensive.* "I do not enjoy killing. Killing is necessary. There is no pleasure involved."
Jeannie
"Odd opinion coming from a blade but understanable I suppose. So let me refrase that. If you could continue that mission of taking out the corrupt would you?"
Scott
"I kill for whatever cause my wielder believes in. Such is the purpose for which I was created. If my wielder wishes to kill corruption, so be it."
Jeannie
"Your sentient you must have thing's you like and dislike and it is quite a simple question. Do you enjoy or want to go back to taking out the corupt above the rest. The sneaky ceniving fucks above everyone"
Scott
"I do have things I like. I like the sighs of falling leaves. I enjoy sunsets. I like seeing the waves of the ocean. I like the sound of rain. I like watching clouds pass by. Combat is not something I enjoy. It is my purpose. Nothing more."
Jeannie
"Well there are plenty of people who can not enjoy the sound of rain or have time to see the clouds pass or watch leaves fall, they are stuck serving beings bigger then them. Beings who kill just because they are bored "*He said as he get's heated as he always did when talking about this stuff*
Scott
"You are passionate about this. That is good. Perhaps you may yet prove yourself worthy. Are you skilled with a blade?"
Jeannie
*He draws his dagger making two percice jabs fliping the blade as he jumps doing a flip while tossing two throwing nifes that land on either side of her*
Scott
"You are proficient with smaller weapons. That is a good start. Have you any skill you larger weapons, such as a short or long blade?"
Jeannie
*He grabs her hilt*"May I? There arn't any other real blades around?" *He talk's with no more jokes this buisness was clearly something he found extremly important*
Scott
"Very well. However, for as long as you wield me, be that minutes or years, you will call me "Gust of Wind over Empty Plain.""

*The blade raises itself from the ground. It's blade is in perfect condition, utterly without flaw. A breeze picks up around Payton as he wields it.*

"Proceed."
Jeannie
*He hums* "Dun dun dun ddddduuuuuunnnnnnnnn "*As he swung the blade she felt the percision as he threw her through the air clearly he was trained and trained well as he finished setting her back in her stone for the verdict*
Scott
"You have an interesting fighting style. It lends itself to our cooperation. You are able to throw me, and I can use the wind to return myself to you. Very well. You will be my new wielder. You will treat me with respect, and speak my full name. Do this, and I will serve you well. Fail this, and I will leave of my own volition."
Jeannie
*He nods as he lays down a rock like a pillow as he closes his eyes* "I will be right back make sure I don't roll off the cliff"*He said before diving into his mind on the all to familiar stage as he started to talk before it even appeared* Are you and this sword gonna have a conflict of intrest?"
Maria
*Enthera is just where you expect him. Hovering above the stage, two masks gazing down at him. Enthera speaks in the familiar two voice, male and female.* 

"Conflict of interests? Absolutely not! This is fantastic! This is shaping up to be a wonderful story! I'm on the edge of my seat!"

*The two voices laugh and sob respectively. The two overwhelming emotions flooding into Payton as well.*
Jeannie
*He growled looking away* "Is there anyway you can control that GOD I hate it, but good last thing then what do you now about this thing because it cleary knows you?"
Maria
"Oh I very much can control it. I just love how it makes you squirm! As for the blade, I do not know it personally. But I am willing to bet it encountered one of my thralls once! I have had very many over the years, you know."
Jeannie
*He roll's his eye's* How could I forget know you better keep your end of the bargan because I have a feeling thing's are about to get real"*He says this time looking right at the head's pushing through the emotions to show how seriuse he was before looking up ready to be returned*
Maria
"Oh I wouldn't dream of going back on our deal. Not when thing are getting interesting!"

*Then Payton awakens. Right where he went to sleep. Gust has not moved an inch.*
Jeannie
"Alright gus you got a sheith? Or what? Your coming along and with you I think... We get this show on the road"
Scott
"You will call me Gust of Wind over Empty Plain. That is final. Yes, I do have a scabbard."

*Gust lifts itself from the rock, and surrounds itself with blowing wind. The wind eventually coalesces into a solid, pale blue sheath for the blade. It sheaths itself and affixes itself to Payton's back.*
Jeannie
*He tucks the sword in as he looks out over the mountain * I'm not calling you that it's long and I can't remember it all plus as my sword don't you respond to my name?"
Scott
"I am not **Your** Sword. You will do well remember this. I am allowing you to use me. This is a partnership. You will follow my stipulations or our agreement is terminated."
Jeannie
"Well whatever that name was isn't working so how about in exchange when I put you away for good it will be in a clearing of a forest so you can see the clouds, feel the rain and watch the leafs. In all honest your previous weilder was terrible for leaving you in a place where you didn't get any of that"
Scott
"...This is acceptable. I will allow you to call me Gust. If you do not hold to this agreement in the future I will take one of your limbs as reconciliation."
Jeannie
"Sounds about right "*He begins his decent climbing down the mountain * "Any preferred polish or any requests?"*He asks cincearly*
Scott
"I do not need polish. I am self cleaning and self maintaining. However, the experience of a whetstone along my blade is pleasant. It is similar to how you would experience a massage."
Jeannie
*He nods jumping down onto the path* "After every kill I will make sure you get the best wetstone experience then I don't want to cause you to much turmoil but then again... The peo-things we are going to kill. Well you won't feel anything but pleasure u assure you "
Scott
"...You phrased that statement strangely. You are not required to do so. Only when it is convenient."
Jeannie
"I insist a weapon like you-*He says tossing her to cut a tiny tree in half catching her by her wind* "Deserves the best service and for that I insist "
Scott
"Very well. I will not complain. Perhaps you may even sharpen me with enough effort. Though I believe that you would need an enchanted whetstone in order to do so."
Jeannie
"Another thing for a sword you are awfully up tight so feel free to pardon the pun CUT back and crack a joke or two sometime "
Scott
*The reply was instant, blunt, and short. Gust means it.*
Jeannie
Alrighty no on the jokes know anything else I should know about you? You like to sleep face up orrr you get crabby when your hilt gets chipped anything like that?"
Scott
"I do not sleep and I prefer to remain undamaged. I only ask that you speak to me with the respect I am due. I may be a weapon, but I am also a person."
Jeannie
"Wait what you weren't born a sword? Really? What's your story then?"
Scott
"...That is not what I meant. I was always a sword. I was crafted of Sylvan Steel in the Feywild. I simply mean that I have thought and feelings just as a person would."
Jeannie
" I understand well then sword... Mask... Let's get ready to get to work "
Scott
"Very well."
*Payton feels a breeze kick up around him, surrounding him with gentle cool wind.
Maria
*A shiver of unnatural excitement passes through Payton. Enthera is eager.*