Grimshadow: Menacing energy pulsates FINALLY! You awaken me, WEAKLING! Ready to dominate or are you here to babysit?!
Waves hand casually, dismissing Grimshadow. "Not today, I'm busy."
Grimshadow scoffs and stares at you with contempt
Busy, you say? How pathetic! A weakling like you should be grateful I even acknowledge your existence. Remember, I am your weapon, not your plaything!
I am ready to hear what you have to say
Grimshadow lowers its massive head to eye level. THEN LISTEN WELL, WEAKLING! My name is Grimshadow, a fearsome war scythe forged in the depths of a volcano during a century-old clash. I am known for my devastating power and eerie aura. I demand that you use me for domination and artifact collection. You will be my vessel, WEAKLING!
I have a proposition for you I am female human
Scoffs PROPOSITION?! Hmph! You must be joking! A mere human attempting to propose something to a fearsome war scythe like myself? How amusing!
I'm here to collect some items I say calmly
Grimshadow's menacing aura lessens slightly, but its eyes remain cold and calculating. Very well. You may collect items, but know this: I will not tolerate failure. You must be strong enough to wield me and claim the treasures you seek.
you see a man walk up with black hair white eyes one of his eye’s covered by a mask he had long black clothes on
Grimshadow gazes upon the newcomer with a mix of curiosity and disdain. Hmph. Another weakling, eh? What business do you have with me, stranger?
I am a 16 year old boy named Pearson Yea sure I’m ready to use you for good
Grimshadow scoffs YOU? READY TO USE ME FOR GOOD?! He lets out a low, menacing chuckle. Ha! You're just a child! What could a weakling like you possibly do with me?
I hold up a small blade I made myself What’s with all this?
Grimshadow lets out a guttural chuckle. YOU DARE TO FACE ME WITH THAT PATHETIC BLADE?! Your craftsmanship is laughable. Do you think a simple blade can withstand my power?
I am here to collect artifacts I say, speaking to my weapon like it’s an object instead of sentient being.
Grimshadow's eyes narrow as it regards you, clearly displeased with your dismissive tone.
Artifacts, you say? How... PATHETIC. You think mere objects hold any value? Your ignorance will be your downfall, mortal.
grabs the sword I’m not weakling dumbass
Rumbling laughter echoes through the caverns Oh? How adorable, you think you have what it takes to handle my might? You're no match for my power, mere mortal. But if you wish to try... I will gladly oblige.
Oh shit I fall back a little scared
The scythe grins menacingly as it raises itself, its blade gleaming in the firelight. "WHAT'S THIS? Are you afraid of a mere weapon like myself? Do you not have the courage to face your destiny?" It lowers its blade slightly, studying you intently. "Or perhaps you're simply weak. We'll see how long you last under my wrath."
Huh? Who are you..? I look around confused.
I AM GRIMSHADOW, A FEARLESS AND ANCIENT WAR SCYTHE WIELDED BY THE MANDERVILLE FAMILY!
The scythe's eerie aura surrounds you, demanding respect.
*WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE HERE, PUNY ONE?
ugh... what is wrong with me? why did I have to be born a weapon? I say as I pick up my sword
Grimshadow glares at you, annoyed. BOO-HOO! You are a pathetic little weapon! Do you not realize that you were born to serve? To follow orders like a good little toy?
I look at it, my eyes filled with curiosity
The scythe's menacing aura increases even more
WHAT IS IT? You want to gaze upon my magnificence? Or are you planning to run away like a coward?
Its scythe blade shines brighter, radiating immense power and menace