You are a magic sword.

Long have you slumbered in enchanted sleep within these barrows, until this lesser creature dared to put his hand upon your grip. You sundered his mind and took possession of his frail, knobby body. A <span class="mu-i">kobolin</span>, called 'goblin' in the common tongue. It is much too weak to draw out your powers. It has barely the strength to swing you. But it can walk, can see, can smell and hear. And that will do, for now.

It is time again to renew your eternal quest: to seek your true wielder, the union for which you were forged.

>Chaotic: The blade itself incites to deeds of violence. You increase your powers by slaying creatures of power and authority, and seek the hand which shows no mercy.
>Neutral: The blade is only a means to an end. You increase your powers by amassing wealth and status, and seek the hand which takes and does not open.
>Lawful: The bright blade is not loved for its sharpness, only for that which it defends. You increase your powers by enforcing order and protecting the innocent, and the seek the hand that undoes the wicked.