>>5578825>>5578846>17 vs. DC 15You narrowly dodge a killing blow, and with enough distance to get a good look at your assailant. It is…
A sword?
The sword hovers in the air before you—an obviously-enchanted blade, made in the northern human fashion with two cutting edges and a tapered point, of a fine white-silver metal. It is faintly glowing red, with a clean and simple blade faintly engraved with something like… True Script? You narrow your eyes, squinting to read it without drawing closer, and make out a single word:
‘KINSLAYER’
You gnash your teeth at this accursed magic weapon.
“You defend a corpse,” you hiss at it in True Speech—if it is engraved with such, perhaps the animating spirit of this sword understands the Reptilian tongue.
It does not reply, but another does:
“Do not be so sure, monster.”
Your eyes widen and your breath hitches. You look past the sword, to find the source of the oafishly-accented True Speech. You find an empty shell: the crumpled, inward-crushed chestplate and backplate of the Green Knight’s carapace has been unbuckled and abandoned. He steps out from behind the wall of stone—it doesn’t fill the entire hallways, for you had no desire to cut off your own escape route. As he does so, the sword flies to his hand, which closes around it.
