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At one time these strange beings were once knights and warriors, until they picked up that vile blade. Little did the wielders of these bizarre weapons know that these swords were not born from mortal hands. Their strange composition and construction is unlike anything that has ever come from a forge. When man forges a sword, it is meant to be carried and used by a warrior or soldier, but these blades are the ones who do the wielding. Gripping the handle of these strange weapons begins an instantaneous transformation, as energy arcs from the blade and consumes the wielder in an obscene glow. What comes out is a figure consumed by melted armor and otherworldly silk, their awkward, erratic movements controlled by something else. At first people believed that this strange material was a type of organic armor, until chunks of the stuff began to fall off these puppeteered knights. What lay beneath these layers is a casing that is much like the blade, slowly growing beneath the iron and silk. These were not just commandeered soldiers, but walking cocoons. Beneath their disgusting exterior grows an armor unlike anything man has ever seen, slowly consuming their bodies and changing them into something else. Blades and arrows do nothing to this strange metal, making these bizarre soldiers extremely difficult to defeat. The only chance of victory against these puppeteered warriors is to sever their connection to the blade, or destroy the weapon outright. While the alien metal is tough, the blades are thin enough that they can break under tremendous force. Shattering the parasitic weapon will free the possessed, releasing them from its control and destroying the armored cocoon that encased their bodies. Unfortunately, this process does not free the warrior from the things they did while controlled by the alien blade. Those who are released are forever haunted by these actions, recalling the faces of the people they were forced to cut down. While their actions were not their own, that does little to comfort those who had to watch as friends, families and innocents were slaughtered before their eyes, all in for a purpose they can never understand.

Description
At one time these strange beings were once knights and warriors, until they picked up that vile blade. Little did the wielders of these bizarre weapons know that these swords were not born from mortal hands. Their strange composition and construction is unlike anything that has ever come from a forge. When man forges a sword, it is meant to be carried and used by a warrior or soldier, but these blades are the ones who do the wielding. Gripping the handle of these strange weapons begins an instantaneous transformation, as energy arcs from the blade and consumes the wielder in an obscene glow. What comes out is a figure consumed by melted armor and otherworldly silk, their awkward, erratic movements controlled by something else. At first people believed that this strange material was a type of organic armor, until chunks of the stuff began to fall off these puppeteered knights. What lay beneath these layers is a casing that is much like the blade, slowly growing beneath the iron and silk. These were not just commandeered soldiers, but walking cocoons. Beneath their disgusting exterior grows an armor unlike anything man has ever seen, slowly consuming their bodies and changing them into something else. Blades and arrows do nothing to this strange metal, making these bizarre soldiers extremely difficult to defeat. The only chance of victory against these puppeteered warriors is to sever their connection to the blade, or destroy the weapon outright. While the alien metal is tough, the blades are thin enough that they can break under tremendous force. Shattering the parasitic weapon will free the possessed, releasing them from its control and destroying the armored cocoon that encased their bodies. Unfortunately, this process does not free the warrior from the things they did while controlled by the alien blade. Those who are released are forever haunted by these actions, recalling the faces of the people they were forced to cut down. While their actions were not their own, that does little to comfort those who had to watch as friends, families and innocents were slaughtered before their eyes, all in for a purpose they can never understand.