Maris Populi, one the residents of Rhy'Din has made a little boo boo. Those that know him fairly well should be introduced to the weapon of his own personal use and defense. The Irgaak. Despite the small statue or its master, the blade of the weapon is six feet long, one foot wide and made of mythril. Maris spent a lot on the blade, especilally for all that mythril, having to travel far and wide through the Nexus' little loopholes and alleyways. The greatsword only carried one exgravance apart from the blade. That was the single ruby that rests securely in the hilt of the weapon. Enough about that, This day has brought the weapon to its greastest challenge it would ever come across. Abandonment:

"Master has left me here?" The blade thought. Yes the blade can talk, but only to those he deemly worthy enough to hear its voice. So for all intenstive purposes, the weapon is just a weapon to the untrained eye. The blade's steath had unwittingly lost its strength and the weapon slide out without Maris' notice. He must have been riding high on something. "He must have finally gotten fed up with me." It lied in the floor near the main enterence to the Red Dragon Inn. It felt a cold breeze travel along the full length of the weapon. It sensed others around it. Some had no idea about It. Some of them spoke to it:

"Irgaak, weren't you suppose to leave with that chimera" No' Not talking" Just behave or I'll melt ya down to a chamber pot!"

"Behave" How else you except a sword to behave. I'm sharp pointy, and made to go into fleshy things, for the most part humaniod, bipedals or quardapedel creatures." The gem shone a little brighter as It wished to use the abilities Maris unwittingly gave it as a result of him creating this maverlous blade.

"Why did I even come to be?" the soulless weapon thought as it lied motionless, masterless, homeless in the Inn. It thought back a long time ago. Granted Irgaak and those its master calls friends haven't known it for that long, it has been around for a long time in Maris' life. About was it thirty or thirty five years ago" It can't exactly recall the exact time of the memory. Maris between jobs as a mercenary studied the properties of a very old suit of armor, apparently given to his grandfather by, what his grandfather's journals discribed as his mentor. Maris found that it had a large degree of enchantments that made this armor a formidible force, even without an person to don it. This gave Maris an idea. And his first venture into weaponsmith started. The shell that was Irgaak took a long time to shape and perfect. Maris wanted a sword to be able to harness much of the enegries that he would need to duplicate the enchantments on his grandfather's armor. He then began the enchantment process, using a single ruby he placed in the hilt to house what he needed, at least thought it needed. Maris messed this up, enchanting object wasn't a clear cut process for a mage like himself who until that time, used it for spells that would either harm protect or remedy problems. So his ineptness inexplictly bond the two. The weapon gained all Maris' knowledge, emotions, memories, most importantly it gain sentience from the miscasting. The ablity to speak was a surprise, The blade choose only to speak to its creator out of the respect that he wish. Although it knew that it could speak to others, but why allow others to be graced with the desires of a weapon that only wished to do what it was designed for, to inflict bodily harm on other people. Maris was stunned when the weapon first spoke to him. Well the blade had no name at the time, and didn't wished to be just a sword, at least called that. Maris understood somewhat, and named him after a mythical blade from a land he visted as part of a caravan, thus how it was to be known as the Irgaak. while Maris was still a mercenary, it was satified with the fact that Maris used only it. Although he did craft a new weapon, a hand axe that he called the Lightbringer, named for the alias he used after faking his death to hide from his family's oldest known foe. But soon for Maris the alias became him, even after he didn't need to hide any longer, people knew Maris only as Maris, his birthname had been long forgeten by Rhy'Din. But Maris found no more need to fight, but still he took It with him where ever he travel, just in case that need arised to use the greatsword. Irgaak began to grow weary of a retired warrior's life, it was a sword, it can only travel where its master travel or left it. Thus Irgaak began to constantly bother its master with pleads to return to that type of life again. Or perhaps try just wanton murder. Sometimes Maris would just it to hunt for food, but it didn't give it the satification that striking another down in the heat of battle.

"I've become an useless arifact now, outdated for my master" Reduced to nothing than a traveling companion when he doesn't meet a new tart that steals away his heart and cause him to make a rather costly mistake."

Irgaak witnessed all the years that Maris had been trying to appear as a normal man, trying to have a family. Three times it watched as its master was left behind by women that thought only of his father's riches left behind to him. It began to feel that he should been used on those women that caused its master pain. It's not fair or right for a person to use another in such a way. It was fine with how it was used. It felt that's how weapons are to be in their life, unless of course on Maris, his cousin or the student that its master took up.

Speaking of that student, Irgaak felt excited that Maris began to teach a creature whose nearly sole purpose was to fight others. It hoped that it would someday, still to this day. be passed along to him. But Maris had the saiyain warrior create his own weapon, but none of the mistakes that Maris made the first time It hated Han's Litrea. Maybe it was jealousy, it didn't know. Maybe it has grown bitter with its misuse after Maris left the warring profession. It knew Maris' cousin, Queit would never take the greatsword, as Queit prefered smaller weapons made of wood and various gadgets without special abilities that Maris created for him.

Irgaak 'saw' the wind carried dust travel over it in the Red Dragon, others haven't truly dare to try messing with it. In a way it was glad about that. It felt it was a family teasure, only meant for the Populi and their closest of friends. Odd how Alex Ravenlock got a hold of it. Maris must have a deep found trust for that man. Irgaak share a sentiment, perhaps the two men share many things in their personality. It would need a long time to think on a matter as that. The animated were difficult creatures to understand.

Kina came into the Inn, with her and Que's offspring. After meeting them, something dawn upon the weapon. Something never crossed its thoughts before. A new emotion for him. After their departure. deep sorrow filled its 'heart' "I do even have a soul" Grant I can speak and think for my own, I'm an one of a kind creation. But what exactly am I?" It thinks that the answer lies within the persons that he'll ended up meeting in the Inn.

Things have taken Irgaak on this grand path out of his master's hands. Rhy'Din it had learn has fleshies that are worth its time not to impale or harm. Those that seem to harbor some sort of weapon fetish. Like Miri and Sophie. If it could smile, when it sees them once again.

Thoughts of Miri brought a little memory that happen to the greatsword not that long ago. The Irgaak's defense were breached for a moment to allow him one night of the purest bliss it had ever encountered: becoming an animate object. To experience the freedom that the fleshies take for granted. The Irgaak as a mythril golem felt truly free to be one with them for that one night. Making a mental note, it must learn such a spell so it may do so whenever it wanted. Irgaak longed for such a freedom again. When he took that form it no longer had worry of if one must carry it. It wish to abandon such a dependence, but yet it loved to be wielded as well. Such was its perplexion. It must figure a way to have both. It figured the best way at the time is to learn the spell that allow it a short while of freedom from wielding than let it wear off and resume its normal state of life.

Being animate did have a drawback, it had to learn some basic items, like walking, balance and whatnot. This was something the greatssword never bothered with before, as it was just a sword and never dreamed of becoming such a beast, the golem.

Still, the weapon had one thing that it never encountered before, which happen some time after becoming animate. It encountered hatered toward it, because it seemed to gander the attention of a female better than a male fleshy. "How could a man fleshy be hateful toward me on such a crude subject' I don't understand it, it's not like I can mate with females, even if I were granted animation once again." Perhaps it was the fact that it gain favorable attention, much like the emotion of love it recalled Maris having to deal with many a time. But this was wholy new to the greatsword. It harbored hate toward, its master's apprentice's sword, the Litrea, as it thought it would be pasted down to him when the time was right. It feels that this hate it got from a male fleshy wasn't the same but different. Was it right' It would need more time to think upon it.

THe Irgaak finds itself in an odd place now. Despite it having gained the ability to choose its own form. Being animate was a dream of his but it had it drawbacks. Obivously one of the things with being animate was that laws techincally began to applied to it. But the enchantment brought it this freedom of having no master, meant while animate Irgaak, the Greatsword could feel pain or pleasure from things that fleshies have done from years but The Greatsword has only a few months to experience years of senses and feelings. Emotions were still tough to express other than flat out saying, as it was use to being the Irgaak couldn't inflect his voice. Learning all sort of facial expressions was odd to do. But in its great ignorance, the All mighty Irgaak overlooked that lession and tricks that Maris offered it when it obtain the choice to be either bound by a master of be able to take the golem form.

" The life of a fleshie is much tougher than I thought."

More on this later.........