Rise of the Nephilim

Galic was bored. After Tim had hired him to find out more about the Nephsomethings he sat in the burning barrel for almost an hour, talking to anyone that looked suspicious. That had gotten him nowhere and he was sick of it. "I don't have to take this, I'm going for a walk" Galic headed over to Whitestone to see if he could stir up a bit of trouble. While passing through a back alley he noticed some weird men in black robes. They were whispering about some politician Galic had never heard of. Probably the Dimir, they were never interesting, scurrying about in the shadows, you could never figure out what was supposed to be happening. Suddenly, all three of them looked at the main street. A human in blue robes walked by the alley and two of the Dimir faded into the shadows the third, drawing a blade. Galic thought he actually understood this one. The guy who had walked by was the politician and these guys were planning on killing him. Not a bad idea by itself, but th

Galic was very happy. He had just had a great performance. The new sword was helping a lot, it did magic for him when he thought at it. But the sword was hungry, Galic didn't know how he knew that, he just did. He took the sword out to eat, they went to a bar that he heard had very filling meals. Their server was a pretentious high elf in a fancy shirt that kept changing colors. After Galic ate he was full but the sword clearly wasn't interested in the food. It was annoyed, food was so close but it couldn't eat it. It's annoyance made Galic annoyed too, if they had sword food why didn't they bring it out? Galic demanded the elf bring him the sword food, but he acted like he didn't understand. The food was so close though, the sword could feel it, the people who made the food would have to know where it was. Angered by they're refusal to give him what he wanted he stabbed the elf. That's when he felt it, the sword was eating. Not the elf, his shirt.