Once upon a time, in a land not all that far away, there was a young man, who's name was Ichiro. He lived in a small village, along with his friends. Their names were Hippy and Pota, who closely resembled a Potato. It was a peaceful, quiet village, that lived through the blessings of the benevolent Dragon Gods, Kanadaja, and Reshiya.

Ichiro, spent his peaceful days working as a humble blacksmith, and playing with his friends. One day, Ichiro, because of a challenge he received from his friends, snuck into the forbidden grounds of the Shrine of the Dragon Gods. He snuck in the dead of night, and into a area that was forbidden to all who were not members of the Clergy. It was a walled off courtyard, and in the center of it, was a Katana, that was on a pedestal.

His curiousity piqued by his discovery, Ichiro moved closer to the Katana. He discovered, that it wasn't a real Katana, but an Imitation Katana. It was almost identical to a real Katana, but it was an Imitation. Amazed by how real it looked, Ichiro reached out and took hold of it.

He lifted it off of the pedestal, only to find he cut himself on it’s dull edge. He looked down at his wound in shock. He dealt with dangerous tools all day long, sharpened knives often, and never got hurt even once. But he got cut by a single dull Katana, and a Imitation, at that.

Suddenly, his wounded hand turned purple, and the purple color quickly spread up his arm, in a matter of seconds. To his horror, it was either a cursed or poisoned sword, though he had no idea why it would be in the Shrine of the Dragon Gods, it was terrifying for him.

His whole body turned purple, and then, his color returned to normal. This confirmed the terrible truth for Ichiro, it was a curse. But not only a ordinary curse, but likely a curse like any he had ever seen. For a curse to be stored in the Shrine, would mean it was either a curse that the Priests could not break, or a object cursed by the Dragon Gods.

Or perhaps it may even be a Holy Object, and he was cursed for touching it without being a Priest of the Dragon Gods. This had been a horrible mistake, and Ichiro was greatly regretting accepting the challenge from his friends at all.

If it was truly a curse he had gained from unrightly touching a Holy Object, he would likely be exiled from the village. He quietly hurried back to place the Katana back on it's pedestal, when he heard the sound of pottery smashing. Ichiro spun around, and to his dismay, there was the High Priest, Scerbina. The High Priest stood there in shock, looking at Ichiro with wide open eyes. Then, he shouted angriliy.

"Ichiro you fool! You've touched the cursed Imitana! You will bring disaster upon our village!"

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As he shouted, he smacked Ichiro repeatedly, with a head of lettuce. After doing so, he dragged Ichiro into the Shrine, by his ear. The High Priest, was a very spry old man, who seemed to be too lively for his old age. Then, he told Ichiro the horrible story.

"The Imitana was created by a Legendary Ancient Elven Blacksmith, who suffered from his abnormal ugly appearance. He spent his many, many long years alone, in seclusion, mourning his hideous appearance. Because of his appearance, the girl he loved rejected him, because of his appearance, no girl would even get near him, because of his appearance, children would flee and babies would cry.

The Blacksmith, poured his blood, sweat, tears, despair, malice, and all of his sexual frustration into the creation of the Imitana, and created a cursed Sword like none other. The power of the curse is so great, that not even I can break it.

The only way the curse could've been broken, would be to pour Holy water on the Imitana every moonlit night, but that can no longer be done. Because of you, Ichiro, that curse will remain unbroken, and you will not be able to return to our village any longer,

The Imitana will curse the first person who's blood it draws, which is you! You have become the wielder of the Imitana, and you must fulfill it's curse! Or you will suffer it's truly despicable onsequences."

High Priest Scerbina took a deep breath to calm himself, before continuing his speech to the foolish Ichiro, who had made a truly horrid mistake. A mistake unlike any other, and got cursed with a curse so incredibly foul.

"The curse of the Imitana, will cause you to let off Eromones, that make you become irresistable to all females. Not just the beautiful ones, nor just Humans or Elves. You will become irresistable to ALL females that get within a certain distance of you, did you here me? ALL females, without exception. There has not been one person who survived the curse of the Imitana!

But fear not! There is a way for the wielder to break it! You must travel to Mount Thoom, and cast the Imitana back into the hellfires it was forged with."

Ichiro enjoyed the thoughts of a beautiful harem of Elven girls for a minute, before the reality of High Priest Scerbina's words sank in. This meant that Dwarven, Orcish, Goblin, and all of the other hideous females of these races would find him irresistable as well.

He swallowed, and made up his mind. Ichiro only wanted a normal and pure life, laughing and playing with his friends in the village of Royale Roadia. So he would journey forth, and destroy the horrible curse, and return to his precious friends.