It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Grog Strongjaw, a goliath barbarian . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, As well as that, they do some other activites, with Scanlan helping to set up a library and commissioning a painting of himself to hang in Greyskull Keep. Vax also contacts Gilmore to ask for his help with reopening trade in Whitestone.
DM: So, Grog. As you take up the blade in your hands, you hear coming out of the ether, a gentle, low velvet voice caresses the inside of your head saying, "You, are you to be my wielder?"
Player: What the shit?
DM: "Speak your name, warrior."
Player: Grog.
DM: "Warrior Grog, have you taken up the blade of Craven Edge?"
Player: Is that what this is? Do you have a female setting?
DM: You hear a long, drawn-out sigh. "Do you accept my power?"
Player: There's a power that comes with you? What kind of power?
DM: "Do you enjoy drinking the strength of your foes, watching them beaten before you, and have that very power become your own?"
Player: Sounds pretty good.
DM: "Do you wish the shadows to encase your form and grant you resilience and anger, forcing those to kneel before you in fear."
Player: The shadows?
DM: "Do you accept, Grog?"
Player: Fuck yeah.
DM: "Then it is done. Together, we will accomplish great things."
Player: Do you have a name? Do I call upon you? Can I call you Bacon?
DM: "You call me Bacon and this blade will cut the very hand you hold. My name is Craven Edge. It will do you well to remember that."
Player: Right. Yep. Was totally kidding about the bacon, Craven Edge. Well, I'm excited about this partnership. Clearly we will be a force to be reckoned with. By the way, can other people hear you?
DM: Silence.
