The Red Death

Summary

Legends tell of a blade soaked in the blood of a thousand defeated enemies. Anyone who challenged the wielder of the blade would be met with a gruesome fate. It was said that the blade would drain the blood of it's enemies. The wielders of the blade were lost to time given their insignificance compared to the fabled blade itself. The blade gave it's wielder the power to vanquish their foes. With every foe that was slain, the blade consumed more and more blood, ever increasing the power of the blade. Eventually after the blade had passed from wielder to wielder, the blade was soaked with so much that the blade itself turned blood red.
The blade at this point in its time on the world had been granted a new name by it's newest wielder; The Red Death. The wielder of the Red Death found it among the dead of a huge battlefield of blood and death. It was as if the blade itself was speaking to him and preyed on his lust for power and glory. He drew the blade and was consumed by such bloodlust that he needed to soak the blade in blood. But, there was no living creature in sight to sate the bloodlust of The Red Death calling out for more blood. He drew blood from the only living creature in sight, himself.
The wielder cut into his own flesh to satiate the Red Death's bloodlust. Once the blade was satiated, he realized that this blade would ultimately be the death of him. He tried and tried to part with the blade but, could not bear the thought of being without the blade. He knew as long as he did not draw the blade that its thirst for blood would not awaken. He vowed to never draw the blade and search out a way to destroy The Red Death. However, even though the blade was not drawn, The Red Death still attempted to exert its influence over it's new wielder. Whispering dark thoughts into his mind during confrontations, the blade wanted him to kill, but he never succumbed to the blades influence. 
No one knows what became of The Red Death or its nameless wielder as after the Second Age, they disappeared. Many bards spun tales and songs about what happened to the fabled Red Death. Most nowadays pass this off as an old legend and that there was no blade of such destruction. They do not know that the blade still slumbers, hidden away somewhere in the world ever waiting for someone to stumble across it's resting place and awaken The Red Death once again.

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