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.
The PCs are exploring the catacombs beneath a Colosseum-in-Rome type of structure, when they come across a foul-smelling, stagnant, ankle-deep with algae, public mass latrine. Countless urinals of marble, line this rather large chamber equally crafted of marble. Whatever system of plumbing once worked here, has not in many years. Old graffiti lines the stained,dirty walls, prominently bolded are such intellectual poetic musings as, "Urine For It Now", "I Pee Therefore It Comes" and "Now Urine Trouble".
A few moments after the PCs get to take in this unpleasant location, they hear the low rumbling of ancient plumbing and rather large Urine Elemental rises like a great, wet, wave of filth to attack them. The creature reeks and exudes noxious debilitating fumes, while its liquid strikes burn flesh like acid.