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Another Jamhand story, and unfortunately the last.

Long after his bout with intelligence, Jamhand stumbled upon a red-bladed sword of what appeared to be great power. No one could quite tell me what it did, but for all intents and purposes it was just a strong weapon. Jamhand loved strong weapons.

It wasn't until a battle with a demon lord that Jamhand's companions understood what that sword did. I say companions because Jamhand was unaware and unconscious the entire time.

His normal sword did nothing to the demon, and when the thought occurred to him of using the red blade, it appeared immediately in his hand and off he went on an uncontrollable rampage filled with much yelling and laughter on my part.

After the demon was slain, Jamhand lay unconscious. Blissfully unaware of the danger the sword could bring.

This went on for a couple of sessions, the sword growing more and more eager to be used to kill and maim. Eventually, it started planting thoughts into Jamhands mind. 

One night at camp the sword made it's move. The thought of using it caused it to leap into Jamhands... hand and off I went. Uncontrollable rage towards the closest ally.

The paladin. I swung, I rolled a natural 20 and the sword cleaved through plate and flesh and caused instantaneous death. 

The rogue immediately leapt to her feet and, while I was distracted lopped off the head of Jamhand Swordhand.