Satisa - The Mistblade
They say that there is not a single man in the whole of the world who does not know the legends of the Sultan Razir; whose power is legend and legacy is inarguable. Fewer though, are those who know of the deeds of the Sultan Hakham, called the Forgelord by his peers.
Where the great Sultan Razir is known for his great feats of magic; Sultan Hakham was known as the greatest crafter of arms and armor that the world has ever known. Every piece the man made was not just a work of art, but a work of great power. So great was his skill that even Razir acknowledged that he would have died a thousand thousand deaths in his campaign were it not for the work of the Forgelord. Kings and Queens from all the world came to him, some bearing entire ships worth of gold, to attempt to convince the man to craft them some weapon or armor to help them secure their power.
So great was Hakham's skill that in time even the gods in the heavens had heard his name and spoke well of his skill. So it was that the Heavenly Lord of Coin and Blood himself sought the man out to commission a set of weapons that would surpass even the First Blades.
So it was that with the aid of Heavenly Satesh Hakham went to work; slaving over a mighty furnace for fourteeen and a half years to complete the weapons that had been commanded of him. Finally he revealed the set of eight blades, some of the finest weapons that were ever created and at the command of Heavenly Satesh he gave them to Razir's sons so that they might use them to protect The Sorcerer Kingdoms.
Sadly the hearts of men are flighty things indeed; after the eldest son Razat died at sea his brothers quickly turned on one another to try and take the kingdom for themselves. So terrible was the fighting and bloodshed that followed that they say even the beastkin turned their eyes from it. The sons, in their terrible fury and greed, turned on each other and in so doing nearly broke the nation that their father had given so much to create.
This story you know; the burning of Al'Hazit, the massacre at Mazonon, the battles at Iz'Quatar and all the rest. But what fewer people know is that Razir had another child, a daughter by the name of Satisa. Satisa was the youngest of the siblings and renowned for her skill in the arts of the Raz'Daram. Though she was never destined for great things due to her position as the youngest of her siblings she was well loved and respected by the people none the less.
It is said that when she saw the price her kingdom was paying for her brothers sins she went to Hakham himself and begged him for a weapon to aid her in bringing order back Raz'mir.
Though he was moved by her wish to save her kingdom, the Forgelord knew to aid her in the crime of kinslaying would be a terrible and unforgivable sin and so he sent her away. And yet each day that he sent her away she would return and throw herself at his feet, begging him for his aid and telling him that as long has her brothers held their weapons she would be unable to defeat them. But even though he was moved by her pleas Hakham would not aid her, not being willing to damn both her soul and his own for their crimes.
And so it continued for an entire year; Raz'mir wasted away at the whims of it's masters and with it so too did Satisa.
In the end they say that Satisa refused to eat and sleep and refused to leave the Sultans halls, telling him that if he would not aid her in saving her kingdom then he would be forced to watch her waste away and die as her nation did. After many days of this and being forced to watch the once beautiful daughter of his old friend waste away Hakham broke down and wept as he agreed to help her even though the gods in the wisdom would curse his soul.
The two mages then went away together into Hakham's forge to create a weapon that could surpass any other that the Forgelord had made before. As a condition for forging the blade Satisa tied the weapons power to her very soul, declaring that for each of her brothers that she slew she would lose a piece of her own life as a penance for the crime of kinslaying.
After a year the two mages completed their great work, a beautiful blade of the finest crystal. They say to look at it the blade appears to be cloaked in a deep mist almost as if there is no blade at all, while the hilt was gold and studded with powerful magically aspected crystals. They say that there was no more beautiful blade ever created by the hands of men and no weapon in that kingdom more powerful.
And so it was that Satisa took up the blade and wept as she did so, not just at the beauty of the thing but at the terrible purpose for which it had been made. She then fixed it to her belt, kissed Hakhams rings and rode off to confront her brothers.
One by one she met each of them in the field and slew them, and each time she did so they say another part of her died. By the end of it all they say that she was but a husk of herself, hollowed out and grey. When she slew the last of her brothers it is said all that she did was sigh, sheath her blade and then fade away in a fine mist on the wind.
So it was that the last child of Razir passed out from the world, her life given as a sacrifice to save her fathers legacy. The son of Razat, Izim, took power and brought order back to the land. In so doing he sought out the blades that his uncles had wielded so that they might be prevented from falling into the wrong hands. To his great shame he was only able to locate five of them, for the rest had been spirited away by black hearted thieves when their wielders had fallen. By the same token he was unable to find the blade that his Aunt had wielded, then called the Mistblade or Satisa for it's wielder. Some say that the weapon was taken by a thief, others claim that Hakham had sent his own men to reclaim it so that none could use it for selfish ends. Yet others say that the blade was merely left were it was, for none dared to touch it and dishonor the woman who had sacrificed so much for her nation.
In truth perhaps we shall never know what happened to that weapon. Perhaps that is for the best, for what would lowly men such as ourselves do in the presence of such a thing? Even the great sons of Razir could not resist the power such weapons offered and they each fell to corruption in their own ways. Still it is an interesting thing to think of, what you could do with such a thing. Perhaps you'd be a king, conquer your enemies, perhaps a great and rich mercenary in the service of the Lord of Coin? Or perhaps you'd do nothing at all with it? After all it is a terrible burden to carry is it not? All that power at your fingertips?
Ah I see you've noticed my own blade. It is a fine thing is it not? Funny what you can find out in the desert if you keep your eyes open and know where to look. Perhaps, if you have the coin and the will it could be yours?
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