[🎶 Bad to the Bone – Song by George Thorogood ¢ The Destroyers.]
'The Sword of the Angel of Death!
—what wonderful weapon it would make. My foes wouldn't know what hit them. Titans Landing shall rock at my heels. I shall have my vengeance on the Usurper. That mad arsewipe! I swear it. This sword shall cleave the liars, the cowards, and the cunts.'
Israfel had this silent rumination in his mind as his right hand opened over the hilt of the ancient dwarf king's sword, to clasp the [Hollow World] weapon and pull it out from the stone—in this case, the back of its former wielder.
Rafel thought the sword would resist at first; it was in the nature of eldwyrm guilds to deny selectively the Bearers that would claim them. One certain druidic knight had lost his head while trying to claim a [Bhutan Shield]. The old staffsplate had melted the skin right off the warlock's bone; the liquefied mess had been a deterrent to others.
