It has been more than a tough night. A mage duel that required most of my my arcane energy, a dangerous basilisk from another plane and finally an insane beholder. This old pilgrim site was more than a dangerous place. I had trouble handling many dangers that lie here, but I've made it.

I thought that place was worthless, just a ruined pilgrimage site, like everyone said. And then something called me. I didn't know what it was. I travelled back to the shrine at the top of the castle. The braziers were burning and the light was pointing at something.

At the shrine, I noticed something that wasn't here before; a magnificent blade was lying there. This weapon was calling me. This wasn't a simple item.

"You are worthy. Wield me proudly and claim your new title."

This is my destiny. From now, I shall wield Chroma and everyone should know me as Koviell Sashermasock, the Lord of the North.

Based on a solo quest I've done in a campaign before.

Art by   sirmeo

original : http://www.furaffinity.net/view/13983625/