You grab the warhammer with both hands and hoist it high over your head. Despite it only being about two and a half feet in length it easily weighted under fifty pounds due to an enchantment placed upon it by Boros battlemages. "Aye, that there hammer is a fine choice. Good luck to ya lad." the quartermaster says as the next potential recruit steps up to claim their weapon. You feel a bit uneasy as you look over the massive hunk of metal in your hands.
While you had experienced red magic in the past you could tell that this hammer was something unusual. Its inner core beat softly like a heart and it felt slightly warm to the touch. Whatever battles this thing had seen it was clear that the red mana bound to it was lusting for blood. Yet, even though you were somewhat disturbed by it... something about this hammer excited you. You somehow felt invincible as its power simmered at your fingertips.
The life of a Boros Legionary was tough and dangerous, maybe this warhammer was just what you needed? You could feel a fire inside yourself spark as a Boros commander walked into the room to greet the new meat. This was it, your first step to becoming an elite combat veteran charged with keeping the peace by any means necessary. You didn't know exactly what was ahead, but with this weapon you knew you were going to go far. A grim silence filled the room as the Boros commander greeted everyone and revealed the first test...
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