The barbarian quietly unsheathed his massive blade, spinning in in his hand. It was an impressive weapon, both in size and in make. It's uniform black colour made it seem almost as if it was carved out of a single obsidian shard, and perhaps it has been, but the magic imbued within is did not manifest in flames or ice or lightning as some seemed to prefer. Save for the faint hint of blue along its razor edge, it could almost be described as unremarkable.
The weight of the weapon felt comfortable in Kadaith's hands. It may not help them much against the enemies they would soon face, but simply holding the blade with which he has carved out his place in this world was reassuring.