OOC: Well, after quite a bit of RPing block, I think I'm ready to do this little expedition of ours! It's been fun, and it all goes uphill from here!
Tear walked through the long hall, admiring many of the different weapons hanging off the walls in various different fashions.
Wow...he thought. All these must of been recovered from Hector's battles with the Black Fang....
...and Nergal. He said to himself.
There were lances propped up in weapon stands along the sides of the hall. Swords were pointed upwards towards the ceiling. Bows had a spot all their own, not mixed in with the various other weapons, probably to keep them from being cut. One weapon, however, really caught his interest. A great double-bladed axe, yellow on the blade portion, and a dark black for it's handle. It was hanging proudly above the doorway to the room where Hector was waiting for them; shining brightly from the light outside.
Could that really be...... Armads? He thought to himself, astonished.
A weapon used by the Eight Generals themselves. A legendary weapon.
He heard of the splendor of the weapons used in the time of the Scouring, but never actually laid eyes on one until now. He was rather perplexed though, for if he had such a weapon in his hands, it would be his most treasured of all. He would keep it in his own room.
The group reached the door leading to the main room, when Tear turned around.
"Everyone ready?" He said, looking upon each of his companion's faces.