<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d0/Sullen_succubus.jpeg)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Quick stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP:</strong> 304/304; <strong>AC:</strong> 40; <strong>Ini:</strong> +36<br/><strong>Spot/Listen:</strong> +35; <strong>Hide/Move Silently:</strong> +36<br/>Darkstalker, Mindsight 300 ft., Blindsight 30 ft.</div></div></div>"Alright, alright, enough with the oath already,"  Muramasa called out, getting to his feet as Vholdran finished speaking.  "Gods be damned, man, you're really obsessed with getting my little Princess to do that.  I mean, what, do you just get off on perverting the natural order of the planes, or something?<br/><br/>"Actually, on second thought, don't answer that."  And, leaning forward, the illusory image placed his transparent hands on the table.  "If you're going on about it this much, I guess it must be important, so sure, we'll get right to it.  I remember you guys held up to your end of the bargain pretty well last time, and I trust you all enough to expect that you'll do it again.  Are you ready, Princess?"<br/><br/>"Yes."  And, stepping up behind the chair once more, Torahime placed her hands on Muramasa's hilt.<br/><br/>"Good."  And, taking a moment to center himself, the illusory image of a long-dead swordsman adopted an old and familiar expression, an earnest and serious expression that he had once made when making them all an important promise, a long, long time ago.  "Then I, Muramasa, demon sword imbued with the soul of Sar'resh of the Sublime Way-"<br/><br/>"-and I, Torahime, his wielder-"  And that expression was mirrored on the face of the Succubus behind him, though it seemed to come more easily and naturally to her.<br/><br/>"-hereby solemnly make our oath.  We swear to you now, that if you can transform me into a sword that will surpass the Gods themselves-"<br/><br/>"-then you have my word that I will become a warrior to match."  And, drawing the sword forth from the sheath, the illusory image of Sar'resh winked out of existence as the chair began to crack and crumble, reshaping to fit the aesthetic sensibilities of the one that it now belonged to.  As it turned out, it was a simple and clean design, a raised wooden platform holding a few comfortable cushions and a small bundle of lit incense whose pleasant scent began to slowly fill the room.  Returning Muramasa to the sheath at her waist, Torahime stepped up onto the platform, dropping down to take a seat on one of the cushions, and thus take her place at the table.<br/><br/>"Wow, you're really going all in on the Land of the Rising Sun aesthetic, I see,"  Muramasa's voice then commented, his image manifesting once more, reclining back on the cushions alongside her as she settled in.  "Although, I guess it's better than putting skulls and dicks all over everything, or whatever the big fashion is these days."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Castle contribution</div><div class="spoiler_body">Muramasa grants the castle his Ethereal Reaver weapon quality, causing the castle to exist simultaneously on both Hades and the Ethereal Plane at the same time, and to allow all within its walls the ability to see onto both planes.</div></div>