Nothing To See Here

The rain is heavy today, and that's fine with me. Soak me to the bone, sky. Try and make me clean.

You can't.

I've tried.

I bend down, and wash my knife in the ankle-deep water that runs everywhere. The water turns a shade of red, and then swirls back into its usual brown-black. Nothing to see here.

"Your friend wasn't very helpful." I call out to the body sitting leaned up against a wall. It coughs, and stares at me. "I only have one question. It's not hard."

I stand up, the rain sloughing off my form. I stand for a moment, letting him drink in the power I have. Then I walk slowly, calmly over. His broken body tries to move, but there's no strength left in him. Nothing works.

I place the tip of the blade gently against his chest, and press. Not hard enough to pierce, not yet. Just enough so he knows what's happening. I stare into his wide, fear filled eyes.

"So tell me." I twirl the blade around, and a bead of blood forms on his chest. It immediately washes away in the rain.

"Who did this to you?"

Where Indeed

It's just a knife.

Okay, it's not just a knife. It's a symbol of identity, it's a tool of survival, it's a focus and a question and an answer.

But it's still just a knife. I mean... it's not a special knife. Except that it's special to me, I suppose. I skinned a bear with that knife. I used that knife to cut my way out of a silverweb nest. That was the knife I had when the Sparrowhawks won the pennant. But it's not...

It's not made of anything special, I guess, is what I'm saying.  It's a simple, boring, metal knife.  It has a sharp side, and a dull side.  It has a worn-out rope grip. it has a scratch down the side from an Ahamkara tooth. Some fool was wearing it on a necklace.  Didn't do him much good, but it wasn't great for the knife.

But I digress. It's not an iridium blade, or an arc-charged stunner or a high-frequency vibro-blade.  It's just... a knife. It's my knife.  My trusty, old, rusty knife.

And it cuts through the enemies of Earth as though they are butter. So my question is this, Warlock... where is your knife?

Descriptions of Items

The Edge of the River

A predator waits at the water's edge for its prey to come drink.  Be the predator, and make this your edge.











Pocket Infinity

Staring into this gem is like staring into the eternal.  Be careful when you do, lest your life slip past while you fall forever in its mysteries.

Mantle of the Carried King

Whether or not this cloak was ever worn by a monarch is not your prime concern.  Whether or not you can get it off before you suffer the same fate as its previous wearers is much more pressing.