Otto sighed when he saw he had lost the other two and noticed the paths branched. "Damn i'll end up lost if I try and track them hmm whats this..." Otto thought as he pressed a switch which surprisingly didn't release a trap. A door opened down the west hallway he advanced down and found a small alcove with a dead body inside, he nudged it with his boot to make sure it wasn't an undead waiting to spring up once he knew it was truly dead he rolled it over to check for loot, he found two things a sword and a note the note read. To anyone reading this congratulations you have found my body and sword, who I was is not important what is important is my sword, it was made to kill dragons and men alike I don't know when it was built but every smith I have seen say they have never seen anything like it this leads me to believe it was forged during the dragon wars. This sword is yours now but please be mindful of the saying on the side it says, the battle never ends. Otto looked at the sword it was pitch black and seemed to absorb the light around it, he placed his old one with his new one. He walked out of the alcove and saw two undead and saw the opportunity to test his weapon, he pulled up his shield as one of them stuck and glanced off his shield he pushed it back and struck at the second and watched it fascination as the armor it was wearing turned to black ash exposing it's torso Otto struck at it's torso and hit flesh the same thing happened turning the undead into black ash he turned to the other one just in time to roll out of the way of it's strike and slashed it's leg causing it's leg to turn into ash as well, the undead fell down, Otto rushed it's head killing it. "Hmm the one I killed with the sword I didn't get any souls but the one I crushed did...odd." Otto continued down the west path hoping to meet with the other two again.
