Donnie
*Among the peaks of Voldur, there is one that stands above all others. One whose peak pierces the clouds and scrapes the sky. Eternally capped with ice, this peak offers an exceptional view of the surrounding lands. However, this is not the main reason why climbers seek to explore this mountain. There are stories of a mystical blade stuck in the peak of the mountain. A blade whose voice reaches out to all who come near, asking whether or not they are worthy to lift it. Most don't believe these stories of course, writing them off as folk tale. However, today, one person will confirm the story's veracity and pull the blade from its stone shrine.*
Norma
*Cutting through the harsh snowstorm of the Voldur Peaks, a torch burning with an eternal flame saw the emergence of the particular individual involved with such an arduous task as scaling the mountainous region. Saint kept a hold of the torch branded with it's empyrean flame that casted a shelter from the storm that had encased the peak on this particular day.*

"Looks like we're not too far from the top, how're you looking; Rose?"

*The individual turned and called to a second person that had joined the expedition in search of this golden age relic.*
David
Rosaria was freezing, but kept her cool. *Get it?*

Journeying alongside Saint so far had been.. Something, eventful of course. She couldn't match him at all in terms of combat but when it came to being the eyes behind his head she had such things on lockdown. Nothing would sneak up on them with her defensive ga-

**BAH!!!**

A mountain goat, bah'd as it ran past causing Rosaria to jump shriek and nearly fall off the mountain as she clung to saint out of pure surprise and desperation. 

*Uh, nevermind about that one thing about.. Nothing sneaking up on them.*


"**I'm.. F-fine.. But couldn't you have picked a less difficult to obtain sword for now?**" She wore fur cloak over her leather armour and her boots had a hard time cutting through the snow. "**The armour, how's it feel?**"
Norma
*Rosaria was someone that Saint had grown a particular interest for in their rather short time together. He wasn't used to having a second to accompany him, and he was still adjusting to it, though it wouldn't take him too long to get over that hurdle.*

"Huh, hah. Are you good?"

*The scene of a goat trekking past was enough to get a chuckle out of the otherwise rather composed Guardian. He stopped for a moment to allow Rosaria to gather her bearings as she clung to him, shortly continuing to scale the rocky crags afterwards.*

"Had I realised the forecast was this bad, I would've held off." *He called back, raising his empty left hand over his brow as he fixed his eyes through the storm as the top of the ascent was close.* "Like a dream. Durable, but not weighing me down."
Brittany
*As the two climb the peak and feel the oxygen thin, they can also feel the wind around them begin to pick up. First it's barely noticeable, but as time goes by, there is a noticeable breeze around them. At last, they finally reach the summit of the mountain. There, they see the rumors become fact. Sunken point first into the stone peak is a blade.*

*It is a long sword, with a orange blade. Along the length of the blade are are etched runes. If anyone is capable of recognizing the language, they would see it is written in Sylvan. The blade has a star shaped pommel.*

*The two travelers suddenly hear a voice. It seems to come from within their very minds. It speaks in a low whisper, calm and smooth.*

"Two travelers have come to seek me out. One of you desires to wield me. Whomever wishes to pull me from this stone, know you must prove yourself worthy. I am known as Gust Across the Pale Plain. For brevity, you may call me Gust."
David
Approaching from a distance, just behind Saint. Rosaria would slowly walk alongside him, braving the storm with both her arms in front of her as if to prevent the snowey ice particles from stabbing her eyes out, as they reached the peak and the voice came.. Rosaria would gasp and look toward Saint in a sort of "Are you hearing this too?" Type of way.

"**The fabled "Gust Across the Pale Plain".. The sword is intelligent? It speaks to us. I've heard stories of blades that could speak, weapons with sentience, my father told me the tales often but I never thought I'd ever see one for myself.**" She gave her input, walking closer to the blade, but keeping cautious. 

"**I'd advise caution, Saint. This blade surely has a test.**"
Norma
*Saint kept his torch close to him as the blades of wind grew stronger the higher the two ascended the throne of the mountain, until their path came to it's end and the weapon wedged into it's stone casing could be seen.*

"So, it is true."

*The Guardian crown down and lowered his torch, sticking it down into a pile of rocks where it remained stationary, and despite the strong current, remained ever-burning.*

"Nor did I. Sentient blades are few and far between. I hope it's intelligence can differentiate between the simple want for growth, and avarice."

*With all things said, Saint approached the pillar the blade was wedged within, stopping in front of it to observe the blade's structure.*
Brittany
*The blade appears to be a kind of broadsword, judging by its size and two edges. It's cross guard bends outward. The whole thing seems to shimmer in the light. As Ventas approaches the blade, he can feel the wind intensify slightly, swirling around him. The voice once again speaks in both of their minds. They can almost discern a hint of annoyance in its tone.*

"You do not make a good first impression, boy. It is customary to introduce yourself when meeting someone unfamiliar. Perhaps you should worry less for my intelligence, and worry more for yours."

"You say you seek growth. What is the ultimate goal of your growth? Do you seek power? Riches? Fame? Or perhaps something more nebulous?"
David
Rosaria was a bit awestruck when it replied so quickly, understanding the situation and fearing a bit for saints chances here, she made a step forward, ahead of her companion and quickly bowed her head in a very respectful, and apologetic way. In a slightly panicked but regular tone voice, Rosaria would say.. 

"**P-please forgive myself and my friend for any disrespect! Understand that we have never bore witness of a blade of your majesty, prior to this encounter i believed an existence such as yours to be only fantasy, a legend told in stories by my late father.**" 

She would raise her head up and place a hand over her heart. "**I assure you, though I am unsure if he approves of me speaking on his behalf, Saint in the short time I have known him, has shown no interest in things such as overwhelming power, riches or fame. His ambition surely lies in the protection of those who are incapable of protecting themselves, a most noble cause.. Though I am not as naive as to not understand such a question was not directed to me. You may very well just hear the same from my friend.**" 

Rosaria stood to defend him, though he had not asked. She didn't think, just acted in fear of him accidentally angering the weapon. 


Her mind held no thoughts, she was in a state of complete focus. She truly believed what she said was true in her heart thus far.
Brittany
*The breeze around Rose and Saint halts for a brief moment before picking up again, almost as if the sword is hesitating or surprised by the spirited apology and defense offered by Rosaria. After a brief moment of consideration, the blade speaks once again. The annoyance is gone from its tone, back to its calm whispers.*

"Your apology is accepted. I understand that I am one of few sentient weapons that exist within your plane of existence. Your defense of this boy, Saint, is also noted. You must admire him, that much is obvious. However, I did not ask for your opinion on the matter. I asked for his. I wish to know what he has to say for himself."

"...I feel I should mention that, even still, neither of you have properly introduced yourself to me. I will give you another chance."
Norma
*Saint's own reaction to the situation was a little less reverential than Rosaria's, as he remained quiet and kept a level-head, despite the blade's pique. Only when the previous interaction halt did Saint remove his hands from a fold in front of him, and speak.*

"My reverential ally is far from wrong. I can assure you that we stand here with no ill-intent; not in the name of fame or glory, but the protection and preservation of humanity."

"As my friend here mentioned, My name is Saint. One of few of humanity's Lightbearers."
David
She was happy to hear her apology was accepted by the sword, a sigh of relief as they didn't piss it off yet. However, they hadn't won it over yet. 


Rosaria would nod her head in response to what saint had said, but was equally confused by the word: "Reverential" She had no idea what that meant and just played along for now until she could ask him later.

Scratching her cheek a bit, before standing straight in the presence of the *Mighty weapon* She would introduce herself as well. 

"**I am Rosaria Alexandria Valentine: a simple blacksmiths daughter and junior adventurer I seek nothing more than the thrill of the unknown and protecting others.**" 

Of course, that wasn't all she was about. She still had her own goals and ambitions in regards to her history and who her real parents were.. But that was something far, far away.
Brittany
*The male was certainly an interesting character. A lightbearer, he calls himself. That is a title Gust has never heard before. Perhaps they should ask him what it means, but they don't really care. He seems a proud fellow, however, given the way he speaks and carries himself. Hm... Perhaps not pride, it could simply be confidence. It is too early to know for sure. Rosaria however, stands in opposition to Saint. She seems less sure of herself in Gust's presence.*

*The blade thinks to itself a bit. They have been carried by strange, and more disreputable than these two. Perhaps this Saint fellow could prove worthy.*

"Very well, Saint. If you desire to wield me, you may try to pull me from the earth. If you are successful, I will allow you use my full strength. If you are not, you will leave disappointed. Rosaria. I recommend that you take cover... And anchor yourself to the ground."