What appears to be an ornate weapon of purely ceremonial value springs to life, glowing with pure energy, seeming to eagerly await the chance to defend the innocent.
Skeld was always jealous of the wizard's intellect. He thought he'd go over and break a few of the wizard's precious sticks. Then he realized the spellcasting concepts that the wizard blabbed and blabbed about were actually quite simple.
"Come Vlorak, I can make you powerful! I can teach you..." Sei'lehn, the Succubus, was silenced with a gentle finger of Vlorak's cold dead hand. "Shh, my darling demon. I don't need you to teach me anything." Sei'lehn didn't think a mere mortal could phase her, she could control the hearts and minds of men at will! Something about Vlorak's grin caused her to shiver. Soon, Vlorak patted the spine around his waist. It took a bit of creativity, but indeed, the Succubus' power was his without having to put up with her retched and controling voice!
Storos eyed the demon with sorrowful eyes. He knew what he had to do. He abhorred violence, but that didn't mean he wasn't good with a warhammer. Swining the mighty block of stone at the end of the haft, he delivered the demon unto the void.