This blade is not old, nor is it renowned. It means alot to the one that bears it, however, and can be very deadly if used properly.
You might think this is just crippled man living in the woods, but he has been through alot more than you would think.
A soft smile and good nature hides this mans true intentions.
Resting in tree branches and picking his teeth, this creature wastes the day sleeping or walking across the country side.
A simple leather harness covered with an odd assortment of axes.
Not everything apears to be what it is. Orcs were once elves at one time…
Ansgar is a Rohirrim (Same race as the Riders of Rohan)that wanders aimlessly along roads and paths mearly to see the world or to patroll… depending if he is employed or not. He usually sings or whistles while traveling and is quite formidable looking while riding his meara.
A great treasure has been stolen from the Palace and taken to the nearby Temple to the Bitch-Goddess Atrath Klee. The King demands that the party go and retrieve it - the only snag is that the Temple is guarded by potent magic that will kill any male who steps inside. It's just as well that the King has a stash of Girdles of Gender Alteration for just this circumstance.