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Passing Thunder

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A simple iron staff, containing a small piece of the power of the Goddess of the Storm.

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Passing Thunder is a plain rough, iron staff, of no particular decoration or ornamentation. Yet strangely, it seems that Passing Thunder is never at rest, for it is eternally reverberating as if it had recently been struck.

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It is questionable as to how the elf Andurasil came upon upon the fragment of metal, an ancient piece of shimmering steel. Yet even as he obtained it, it revealed itself to him as the most dangerous thing that he had ever held, and he knew that it must be locked away. Long and hard, he meditated about it, and he decided to seal the chaotic thing into the stablest of all the metals that he could find.

And he took up a bar of steel, and he began to fold it about the shard, and every time he struck the hot iron, it leapt and danced as if it was a thing alive, and it roared as if the thunder of the storm outside had been rolled into the iron itself.

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