The Lore of Vhal'zarin

"I didn't go looking for it. It came to me because I wasn't where I should be. I wanted more. I've had it for nine years now, and I have everything they told me I never would.

I knew what it wanted from the first day. It wants hunger, and the hungrier I am, the longer it stays. It didn't give me power, but it took away the part of me that was afraid, and every doubt I'd ever had, every thought about whether I was good enough, was gone. After that, I took everything I desired, and I went through whoever stood in the way. I'm not going to pretend nobody paid for that.

It is an Arclyte. I don't know how old it is, but the wear shows decades, no, centuries of age. A dark crest is etched at the covertec band, with a line of Ur-Kittât below it, carved deep enough to read blind.

Vhal'zarin. That is what it calls itself. I have heard of another like it, with similar text carved across it. It would whisper into their minds until they reached for it, the same way this one did to me.

Well, I am old now, and I don't want much anymore. Soon, it will leave me and go looking. So I won't ask you anything, but Vhal'zarin will. What do you want that you were never given?"