After a short walk through the woods, Blisdon came to the road leading towards jastrey. It didn't take long before his eyes locked onto the notorious sword that he had heard about which laid ominously in the road.
"So..Bloodtide, eh? Interesting....interesting..." Mumbled the dwarf quietly as he neared closer towards the twisted weapon."By the four, I wonder what makes it tick...."
Blisdon finally knelt down beside the blade, running his fingers near the blade, allowing himself to get a quiet feel for the energies that drifted and clung to the mysterious object around it as he opened up his shamanic attunement to those that linger beyond. With several deep and controlled breaths his eyes began to unfocus themselves and drifted off into the far distance as he finally moved his hands overtop the blade, lightly resting the palms on the old steel as he called out to the spirits that dwelled within. [Commune Spirit]
" My name is Blisdon, Shaman of the wild hunt and Keeper of the Sacred Grove- To whom am I speaking with? And more..." The uordeq almost lost his deep trance and sense of communion as he fought off the urge to chuckle " to the point...is it entertaining being a sword? "
Delvin eyed Blisdon from the shadows with a tilted head, "I don't think I'd do that" he'd mutter, just loud enough for the Shaman to hear him, "The last guy to touch that sword was overtaken by it, the sword killed the guy standing next to him and then proceeded to maim the one holding it" he'd trail off for a moment before continuing, "Not to mention it invited a certain level of doom to the town. Atrius Bloodbrand stormed Jastrey, along with his Lucky Dice crew, it's best if we simply leave that blade alone for now methinks"
Delvin stuck around only long enough to deliver that message, swiftly turning from the scene and dissapearing once more into the woods. He didn't care to be around when the Shaman's spell backfired, and he surely didn't want to be a target for the sword's wrath should it wake once more.