“So, my sisters.” I gazed out the clerestory window at the tableau in Court Square, and I made no doubt my gaze was as stony as were the rest of the Conclave. “I see what you see. Is there truly no doubt?”
“None,” said Mother Arathena, with a bitter hiss. “That jackal bitch has the true Sword. Captain Noran saw her hack through half the enemy cohort to reach the postern gate, and I know Noran to be a reliable man.” She swallowed hard, tearing her gaze away from the spectacle outside. “But – but how? How was It found, after so long?”
“Lady’s Grace, who cares? Dueled with dragons or bought it from a peddler, what boots it? The question is this: what do we do?” Arathena's mouth was set, at my query; she didn’t know. Neither did the others.
Neither did I.
The Sword of Huran is the chosen weapon of The Order of the Spellswords. Each one of them crafts their own Sword of Huran to serve them in their battles for the king.
This relic, while of little value against the living, is a formidable tool against the beasts from beyond.
Forged from the light of the first dawn, of the world, it remains radiant even now, long ages after…
Brumborion’s blade, the fang of the north, ice razor, the glacial sword, Givone’s Favor
Swords are deliverers of death to the living. This one offers something more to those already dead…
An ancient relic of a long-dead hero and a link to the divine
A legendary weapon of the Ouzquin Dremorix
These are the traditional honor weapons of the legendary Blades of the Golden Sun. It is with these weapons that they defended the Imperial Realm from the Taint of Shadow. Or so some say.
The enormous hammer of the Warlord Gyog Ak-Thail, the Ribcage Destroyer. It is said to have slain 3,000 men.
Sovereign’s Swords are the distinctive weapons of the Sovereign’s Finest, the upper ranked members of the Kingdom’s forces. These special agents are the Sovereign’s hands, imparting justice and rulings when needed, being embassy, or doing special duties.
A symbol of the guardina of the faithful, the Pilgrim’s Torch is carried from one holy site to another, ensuring the safety and continuity of the faith..
A tool of war, given free will to foster stife and conflict, that used that very same free will to become a messenger of peace.
The sword of the Half-Elven Warrior-Priest Ryhiron. It was forged by the very God whom Ryhiron serves, as a reward for his extended faith and loyal service.
It is especially effective against those who would defile all that is good and relates to its user through his very mood and thoughts.
Some say it speaks to the wielder, whispering a soft song of serenity and peace.
Created 10,000 years ago by the blood and sweat of every dying race that was raped and plundered by the dragons…
A sword that learns and teaches, forever singing of past and present.
A special sword handed down to only the worthy few men who possess the true nature of the Righteous Order.
A small group of men stares intensely at something. Coming nearer, you see puppies, obviously still young, as they are small and only learn to walk. Cute as they are, the men look serious and exchange a comment here and there, making their mother nervous. But one man keeps her somewhat calm, while looking with others on the little ones.
The puppies are a completely new dog breed. The breeder hopes for better characteristics, the other men are mostly hunters and other dog-fanciers, that were called or came from own interest. If all looks well, they will have business. But now, they are just watching.