Tales Of the Universe - Chapter 1; Episode 2 #Trigger warning: Gore#

Ur Orlando right

No? I'm aussie

You don’t own Orlando Furioso account?

Huh. I thought you did cuz they’re kinda like you

I do. But Orlando Furioso is an Italian literature. Orlando is a real name

Oh I understand now.
Your name isn’t Orlando. I asked if you owned that acc but u misunderstood and so did I
You DO own the Orlando furioso account though

Yeah. Bet you didn't even read the story

Yeah I didn’t ☹️

I don’t like to read

:I

Chapter 1; Episode 2

Librarian: Hello my 15 guests! Welcome to another day in this beautiful library!

Guests: …

Librarian: Today, we'll talk about another weapon, this beautiful Durendal or Durandal is a Mystic class artifact, and it has quite the story.

We'll have to start from the owner of such a sword, originally it was owned by the Legendary Paladin Roland, but it was passed down generations until it reached the last owner, named after the legendary ancestor, Orlando. This story dates back to around 800-900 AD.

Orlando was tall, economically well and humble in his ways. He got the Durandal from his father before he suicided due to depression and lots of debts.
We'll now narrate the story, the tragedies of our dear Orlando, please listen carefully as it might be hard to understand.

Orlando was rather taciturn, he barely ever talked to anyone and whenever someone tried to converse with him he desperately tried to end the conversation as soon as possible.
When it came to women, this behaviour was put to the extreme. He never tried to talk to women and when one was interested in him, he just ignored her.
The reason for this comportment was all his previous ancestors.

Whenever, in his bloodline, a man had a male son, the wife would die right after alongside any female daughter, usually killed by the descendants of Argalia, another legendary character.
Therefore Orlando, to prevent himself or anyone else from suffering, simply kept himself alone.

But one day, a woman whose name was lost in the sands of time, but was probably a variation of Angelos like Angelica or Angela, similar to the name of the love interest of Roland the Paladin, came to Orlando sitting alone on a bench. As much as he tried to ignore her, her beauty was like nothing he saw before, he just couldn't ignore her.
Eventually, against his strict rules he gave himself, he married her, for convenience we'll name her Angela. And they lived a happy life, full of joy and love, eventually having a daughter.

On the plain hills behind their lovely house, Orlando, Angela and their daughter, Angelina, watched the rising sun, as Angela helped tie Angelina’s hair.

Back home, they prepared supper when suddenly someone knocked on the door.
Angela went to open as Angelina followed behind, and there she found at their doorstep one of the descendants of Argalia, named Argalia, as for tradition that every first male of their bloodline must be named Argalia.
Argalia grabbed Angela by the hair, keeping a sword, one of the guards took hold of Angelina, while Argalia called out for Orlando.

Hearing the screaming of his wife and daughter, he grabbed his Durandal and rushed to the door. The exact conversation between Argalia and Orlando isn't written, but Argalia mocked and insulted Orlando, which made him lash out but get knocked down by Argalia’s guards.

On his knees, he pleaded for Angela and Angelina to be let go in exchange for his life instead..
But Argalia laughed in his face as he sliced Angela's neck, letting her fall in front of Orlando. He rushed to his wife, holding her in his arms and screaming her name. The guard holding Angelina lifted her by the hair and decapitated her, letting her small young body fall to the ground. Argalia grabbed the head of the young girl and threw it on the floor in front of Orlando.

The emotions Orlando felt were despair, sadness… which quickly translated into rage and madness.
He took his sword and lashed at Argalia, the guards came in to protect him, as Argalia stepped back.
But Orlando wasn't just mad, he was furious. As he killed the guards one by one, Argalia started to step back, eventually running away as he called more guards to kill Orlando.

The sound of metal clashes, followed by a dark crackling sound.
Orlando stepped out of his house, his sword bloody, and darkened.
The bright blue sky became grey, as the black furious eyes of Orlando showed no more light.

He had enough of suffering, he had enough of all his ancestry bullshit, he didn't care who he killed, he only wanted to make everyone suffer as he had.
Argalia's guards sent to kill Orlando were sliced and slashed. A black stroke painted their armor and their attire, in correspondence with where they were slashed.

Even civilians trying to hide were killed, the wood of their houses presented deep black slashes all across.
Orlando killed every single soul he saw, not many were able to escape.
Once the destruction was settled, Orlando could hear a mother telling her daughter to run with her into the house.
His soulless eyes looked back behind him while he lifted his sword…
He swung his sword, a black slash sliced the woman, the house and the surroundings. The top half disintegrated into a black mist.

The last house left was Argalia's.
The details are vague, but Argalia was on the ground, backing away from Orlando. He slashed Argalia's arm off, then the other, and after both of his legs, leaving him limbless and suffering.
Orlando lifted his durandal high into the sky, muttering these words:
"Your existence has been a curse on mine. This is not revenge—it’s erasure. You will die knowing no one will mourn you.”
And then, Argalia was split in half, black strokes growing from the wound.

Orlando remembered about his peaceful life, his wife, his daughter, the green hill they used to sit on… He lost it all…
Orlando cried, holding his face. He wailed, screeched, screamed… a black smoke erupted from him, rising high in the sky, everything around him turned to smoke…
The ground became pale, cracked, the only thing left standing was Orlando, and his house…
His skin became black, dark like ash. The only part not covered was his face, as if the darkness was about to engulf him.

Not long after, since Orlando seemed to have become a nuisance, divinities showed up to defeat him.
Numerus archers high in the air were sliced in half by powerful black slashes, even if he was on the ground…
(Anime shit lol)
Even divinities such as Zeus and Poseidon intervened, Poseidon's trident even received a permanent black mark.

Orlando didn't only fend off divinites, but injured them. He was on the point of killing Zeus, but he was stabbed through the heart from behind.
As the sword was removed from his back, he touched his chest, looked at his bloody hand, and let go of his durandal. It fell into the ground, stabbing it, while he fell on his knees, dead.
A black mist rose from him, as his skin reverted back to normal.

Guests: *some terrified*

Librarian: Yep! This sword right here is the same sword that killed divinites. How? Well, he was distorting, his intense despair and agony was transforming into power.

Guest: What were the black strokes? Was it just some decorative thing?

Librarian: Well no, the black strokes from the cuts of this Durandal are lethal, they cannot heal but do not bleed.
And also, when he screamed, everything marked by his sword was destroyed, apart from his house!

Guest: Can we go now?

Librarian: *sigh* yeah…

Was I the only one who thought of the terraria weapon when reading "Durendal"

librarian is such a mood

explain, i wanna relate but i didn't understand what you meant :<

librarian is just me fr

Lol

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