Heh, the story?
The boy Celedor had a best friend, Tachys. They grew up in the holy city, acolytes together, the boy destined for the white robes of the priesthood, his friend for the black robes of a magister, they were inseparable, and though they looked nothing alike, became so alike in their tastes and games that they were often asked if they were brothers.
Their youth of heavy study and stolen moments of fun was interrupted by the start of the great war, their intellectual pursuits bent to martial ends. The war is in itself a story, but the two remained friends, though their duties often kept them apart for long stretches. Tachys eventually became high magister, while Celedor was eventually bodyguard to the high priestess, Selonde. Selonde was under a lot of stress in the war, and depended on her closest advisor and bodyguard. . .she was jealous of the fact that he would break off and spend time with his friend whenever possible, always at her side in time of trouble, and always eager to get away with his friend in any moment of peace.
Near the peak of the war, as the tide finally began to turn, Celedor was escorting Selonde via ship, in a terrible storm, somewhat fearful, and in a moment, Selonde threw herself at her bodyguard. . .surprised and shocked, without thinking and rooted in decades of training and oath sworn celibacy, he slapped her. . .there were many apologies given and apparently received.
Years later, the war almost over, the high general Pelos of the army was aging and dying, Selonde asked her high magister to craft a blade that would hold the general's soul, to be worn by the general's replacement, so that the old man's genius would not be lost in this key moment when it was most needed, as the forces of darkness were being driven back to their strongholds, and the last, worst push to eliminate them was near.
After much work, Tachys crafted a blade of near perfection of pale yellow laen. . .she took it with much thanks, but rather than present it to the general, she gifted it to her bodyguard. . .when he fell dead, his soul trapped in the blade, she accused Tachys of murder and treason, worse, conspiracy with the dark.
Thus started the war between the church and the mages, never again would magister be a holy office. . .
It was almost two hundred years before the blade was brought out of storage and granted to a new champion. . .who seemed to go mad, though he was a most effective champion. . .. seven more times did the blade get returned to the vaults and come back out in times of crisis, before it was given to Harold Miller, newest champion, almost a thousand years after Celedor's "death".
Celedor, Sword of Justice, Laen Shortsword +50 (Quality and material), Constant Utterlight 50'r when drawn, Sudden Light 3x/day, 3x PP multiplier for channeling. Slaying vs Demons and Undead.
The blade will attune to the wielder if they do not attune to it first (+10 skill in "attune to wielder" per week owned, cumulative). The blade contains the soul of all previous wielders, perfectly recorded, but imperfectly integrated, resulting in lots of helpful (or nagging) advice from a committee, with occasional attempts to take over and run things . . .sometimes when the weilder is asleep or unconscious, so not even aware it's going on.
The various stored personas have various personalties, agendas, goals and abilities. They are a collection of 10th to 30th level priests and paladins, with full sheets, and wills (RM2 scale) ranging from +65 to +120. They would surface or go away as the GM desired, they'd assert themselves (will contest) from time to time. . .they ranged out over a thousand years of time and varied backgrounds, so had a wide range of moral and cultural bases. . .so seemingly totally innocuous things might provoke them to "speak up" in the weilder's head, or attempt to take over and take action.
(Imagine having a crowd of holy men in your head, an Old Testament Prophet, a New Testament Disciple, A Dark ages Ascetic, A Holy Paladin of stick up the rear variety, A Champion of the high Byzantine Church, a Politically minded High Churchman, An earthly but parochial rural warrior with an unshakable belief in god, and a Religiously Motivated political assassin one hair removed from a serial killer.)
It was a pretty kick ass item, but in effect my character had multiple personality issues, with the GM often muttering in my head or passing me notes. . .and at times I'd just do things. . . .sometimes I'd be aware of them, and it seemed handy, like the blade would point the way places I'd never been before (but the previous owners had). . .sometimes I'd wake up, and people would talk to me about what I'd done the night before, and I had no recollection. . . .I once lost a whole week.
GM said it was handy for the sessions where I couldn't make it, since one of the blade personas would just run my character that day. . .
It was definitely a mixed blessing/curse.
