“I’ve heard tale of a blade, wielded by serfs and saints; one which lends itself to remarkable acts of incredible power. It is said this blade rings a melody when drawn, yet takes in all light, as though forged from the night itself. And I’m told that you know where I might find this prize?”
The Featherblade– also known as Blacksword, or Dragonwing– is a sword forged by Darius of Flore for the purpose of slaying Ecclesiarch, the Masked Fiend.
It possessed the ability to absorb magic around it and disperse it, and is the sharpest blade ever made, able to cut through stone as though it were butter.
It resembles a katana, though is forged of many feathers, giving it the appearance of a feathered wing.
The Tale of XXXXXX
Monsters have forever roamed our humble world. But it is not frequent that our people are ever attacked, as we live in groups and pose quite a threat with our intellect and ability to craft weaponry which evens the odds between us. However, some time ago, in an age long past, there was a monster that neither feared, nor could be stopped by, our weapons. This monster first attacked the knights pestering a small town, and the peasants there thought it good. It was a defender of their way of life. But this was folly, for not long after feeding on the knights did the monster's gaze turn upon the village.
Day and night it began to eat the villagers. They could not flee, for it liked the chase. They could not hide, for it enjoyed the hunt. And they could not fight, for it could not be harmed. So strong was this foe that the villagers could only cower in fear, choosing from among themselves a sacrifice to offer up to the beast to sate its appetite, if only for another day.
A young girl in this town– an orphan by the name of XXXXXX, who lived with and cared for other orphans of the war– watched as her family was torn away from her, one by one. But after four days of these sacrifices, she could suffer the deaths no longer, and led her adopted family away, into the woods beyond the town, for no monster within them could be worse than the one they were confronted with each day.
But the Masked Fiend enjoyed the chase, and pursued the children into the forest, hunting them down, and catching the slowest ones first. It was here, in these last desperate moments, that a man pulled XXXXXX aside, beneath a Featherneedle tree. The beast passed them by, none the wiser.
This man, her savior, was none other than Darius of Flore, the hitherto unknown smith. Together, the two devised a plan. With the expertise of Darius, the two would craft a weapon unmatched by any other, in the hopes it could slay the beast.
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