Blades of the Craft

The Origins of the Blades

On a secluded island in the midst of the oceans, a blacksmith toils away at her work. With each ringing pound of her mythril hammer, the metal takes the shape of a common blade. No magical properties exist within the blade. No blessings from the local priest, no extraneous rituals were done to imbue the weapon with sacred properties. It was just a regular sword created normally. The smith continues her work, humming a cacophony of tunes, which still sounded a bit melodic at times. Much like a cat awoken from a very nice nap, a customer enters and the smith quickly finishes her work to attend to him.

Last edited Aug 5, 2013 at 5:11 AM by Demosthenes, version 1


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