WARNINGThe following writing has been written long after the events listed take place and spoken through (very limited) eyewitness accounts. Due to the nature of this, there are many conflicting views on what happened. What you read here is taking what the majority has claimed when askedMonom, carrier of Rosywander. A silent forumite who's unnatural talent (and sometimes movements) appeared to rival Highmax's swordsmiteship. She was respected, but also feared. Perhaps because of her. Perhaps because the weapon she carried was cursed. But she never bothered anyone, so no one bothered her, save Apiks when he needed her military prowess. But things have changed these few years. Apiks was drugged and hauled behind a wall with little food and drink, trapped behind the cold stone that he lay claim to. Highmax was still slain, his corpse rotting. Gwolfski, the current overseer, saw to these things as he built a monument that would be fueled by the blood of the earth. No one questioned the madman, however. While Gwolfski did this, Monom was in charge of the army, and trained everyone back to using chainsaws. The people seemed to be free from all that they feared save her.
Apiks tomb
Monom watched a demonstration with her partner Kelgreith when something fell entered the air. It wasn't miasma, but some overwhelming presence of something wrong. There was no mention of anything going on down below. So what was this foul presence?
Monom screamed and began to flail as an aura of blue surrounded her. She drew both of her blades as if to fight something, but no one knew what was going on and ran out of the room, few standing at the door watching. She flailed her swords, Rosywander and Icesoar, slashing at everything and cleaving through most of it. Low whispers sounding like hushed yelling and screaming were heard alongside a fell laughter. Monom's body began to contort in strange ways, bones cracking, her face seeming to capsize on itself. Those who stayed to watch only did so from being paralyzed from shock. They wanted to run, but couldn't look away. Monom's screams were cut off suddenly, her now disfigured face showing only screaming and pain. Rosywander glowed bright, but the mundane blade in her hands, Icesoar, began to glow the same faint aura that Monom did, with shades of red flashing in.
Monom, mid flail, seemed to suddenly stop. Her body was contorted in unnatural ways, but she remained still. A loud crack was heard, followed by the sound of metal hitting the floor as Rosywander hit the floor, its blade seeming to be heavily damaged. Then Monom fell to the floor, flailing about like a fish out of water as her body seemed to make sounds of her bones being broken and her flesh boiling. Icesoar glowed bright blue with wisp-like red flowing out. When the aura faded, Monom stopped moving. The horror finally being over, the other forumites watching ran, save for one. He walked slowly over to the commander, pale from what he just witnessed.
He pushed over Monom to check her pulse but let out a yelp as Monom's eyes opened and a stern yet amused look befell her... Or what was left of her. "I win..." The familiar voice spoke as Monom's body stood up and picked up the damaged Rosywander and talked to it as if it would understand him. "I'm going to put you away now. No one will find you until you are needed again. I need this body more than you do. It was your fault using my sword to mock me. Don't be afraid about your wounds; any smith with a respectable skill can repair you." Monom's body walked over to the weapon rack, strapping Icesoar onto her back and grabbing the adamantine sword with the fell engravings of Armok's symbol. "Right where it belongs..."
The forumite left stood stunned. "Monom?" He spoke meekly. Monom's body turned, showing that amused look again. "Do you not recognize me? I am Highmax. I don't know who this Monom is. Now order people to free Apiks. He has his duty fulfill. Just as you do. And forbid that horrid project to be worked on any more. I have work to do."
Lord Lemonpie began to pray as the very thing he pledged to fight returned to his home again.
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