It is said that there is nothing to fear but fear itself.  Perhaps this holds true until one is faced with a being so evil and callous that it would suck the very life out of you with a simple touch.  There are those that despise these creatures so that they traveled to the plane from which these creatures came to forge weapons powerful enough to not only slay but to harness them and use that power in the defeat of others like them.  For this very purpose the Wraiths Curse Blades were made. 

Eunethstus was a great elven knight in the early days of Myth Drannor.  Here he upheld the law, defended the weak and stood for honor.  In his spare time he forged some finely crafted weapons as a hobby and become quite good.  While on extended patrol one evening he encountered a frightening sight, a covered wagon moving toward him at a dangerous rate of speed.  Sitting on his steed in the middle of the road, he attempted to get the attention of the wagon driver who appeared not to pay him any mind.  Squinting, Eunethstus could see shifting figures in pursuit of the wagon, as black as onyx.  Peering so intently to verify his suspicions, his concern was valid.  “Wraiths!” he cursed.  Taking up his bow, Eunethstus fired a screaming signal arrow hoping someone would get the message, then drew his blade immediately following and prepared to strike.

At this moment the caravan hit a bump nudging Kelendun awake.  “Have you the sense of a frog, boy?!  Why are you going so fast” he shouted to his apprentice.  The boy simply turned slightly and pointed behind all the time hoping that the figure on horse back a good distance in front of them would get the hint and get clear of the area or provide another target for the creatures in pursuit.  Turning to see what Nickenas was pointing to, Kelendun gasped.  By the gods, this is not good not good at all.  “Where are my staff and the ring of feather fall?” Kelendul questioned.  “In the chest master” came the reply.

Eunethstus decided to allow the wagon to ride by hoping for a change to take down the creature in pursuit of it. It seemed his wish would come true.  He swung high and managed to catch one of the creatures but the other remained intent on catching the wagon.  Then the creature struck him and he felt cold and somewhat weaker.  Calling upon his sword he swung again but missed.  So to did his opponent.  This went on for several minutes until he defeated the creature.  Weakened, Eunethstus was able to divert his attention once more to the fleeing wagon.  Feeling ill, he began his pursue of the remaining creature and its intended target.

By the time Eunethstus reached the wagon it laid in a ditch to the side of the road.  Its inhabitants were nowhere to be seen.  Eunethstus quieted his steed and focused on the sounds around him.  In the distance a faint cry, that of someone trying to yell as if without breath was all he heard.  On foot he proceeded and allowed his mount to remain free.  A short trek into the woods he found them, student and teacher.  The student was dead, ghost white and devoid of life.  Next to him lay Kelendun who was barely alive.  Eunethstus was able to provide the mage with an elixir that would provide the strength to move on his own for a short time.  He then picked up the apprentice’s limp body and together they made their way to the road.  Upon their return to the wagon they were greeted by five elven guards and Eunethstus’s steed.  After pulling the wagon free from the ditch and repairing some minor damage they escorted Kelendun to the great city of Myth Drannor.  Once there the mage buried his apprentice and nephew.  During his recovery the Knight and Mage spoke of many things and often returned to the very story of the events responsible for their meeting.  After one such conversation they decided to work together on something that could turn the tide against such creatures.  Traveling to the planes of shadow they fought hard to procure the rare metal needed to forge the swords blade.  Next was the demi-plane of smoke and mists from which they barely returned with the pearls necessary for Eunethstus to fashion the hilt.  After many months in the making, Eunethstus completed a masterwork/psudo-magical sword ready for the magical weavings that would tie it all together into a blade or reckoning.  Kelendun cast the final spells and sealed the bond of these rare components.  They considered many names for this joint venture and finally agreed that Shadows Curse would be her name.

Shadow’s Curse - A finely crafted long sword with a hilt inlaid with gold, silver and ivory styled in ghostly forms which encases three white pearls.  Only a small portion of the blade exists until drawn from a fairly short pitch black leather scabbard.  The tangible part of the blade contains part of an inscription. “May that which evades touch”. The remainder of the blade appears and is readable only to the creature the sword accepts as honorable and worthy.  The remainder of the inscription reads “be tangible to your retribution”.  Upon contact with an incorporeal creature the inscription flairs in a cold black flame.


Magical Properties:

Shadow’s Curse has the following abilities.

Bane - Against incorporeal creatures it inflicts addition damage and ignores the missed chance associated to incorporeal creatures.

Upon slaying of an incorporeal creature, the sword receives charges by consuming the creature, but only if the final blow is delivered by this sword.  When full the sword can grant usages of spells linked to it for the wielder only.  For every 4 charges the sword has, another pearl in its hilt becomes black in color until all are black denoting that the sword is fully charged.