Welcome to Legends of Adventress. I'm Twig, and you're listening to Once Upon a Witchlight.

Last time on Once Upon a Witchlight, you continued to incite a Rebellion against the three hags of Prismere,

the hags known as the Hourglass Cubbin.

Finally, making your way to hither, you incited the rebellion there by appealing to the new king, Gallup

the 20th.

And as the rebellion raged, you made your way towards the caves on the shoreline that you know to house the final shard of the Vorpal Sword, the weapon that the King of Hearts seeks.

And it is here, after a trist, that you make your way deep into the caverns and then also

deeper into the cave and find eventually the final piece of the Vorbal Blade.

When touching it for the first time, you are met again with another vision or a memory, perhaps, trapped inside a bit of the shard.

As you reach in, which one of you grabbed the blade? Gideon.

As you reach in, already holding on to the two that you had, you reach out and your hand comes into contact with this, with the piece of metal here, the hilt is still attached to it.

As all of your eyes go milky white and you are met with a memory.

As soon as you touch the third and final shard, it radiates silver light, which consumes

your entire vision as you all experience this waking dream. The silver light turns to the orange

glow of flickering fire in the fireplace built into the wall of a hut filled with countless

knick-knacks, herbs and other strange oddities among shelves and hanging from the ceiling. In a quaint

bed along the wall is the beautiful maiden, her hair now entirely silver besides a single strand of black.

She sleeps peacefully with her hands clasped over her heart, a blue rose in her grasp. Then a door

to an interior room opens and an unfathomably ancient crone hobbles out on knobby knees, dressed in a patch-covered blue dress with

tattered red shawl from what strongly white hair wisps about. Her visage is horrifying as it is hideous,

with an impossibly long nose covered in warts that extends past deep sunken eye sockets filled

with beady black eyes.

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