Diamond-edged slender eahnor longsword etched along the blade with ancient Faendryl runes

This item was a prize from the Hunt for History.

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a diamond-edged slender eahnor longsword etched along the blade with ancient Faendryl runes

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This slender sword is wrought of the finest eahnor and is the silvery hue of moonlight reflected off tranquil water. Well-balanced and beautifully crafted, the slender blade is inlaid with faceted diamond and honed to a razor-sharp edge. The hilt and pommel are wrought of fine silver and the handle is wrapped with soft leather to ensure a sturdy grip. The ancient runes etched upon the longsword's blade read, "Bound by honor, bound by duty. Strength, Peace, and Long Life to the elves of Ta'Faendryl!"

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As you continue to sing, a faint image takes shape before your eyes. You see a tall, light-skinned elf standing in the middle of a sunlit forest glade, a warm smile on his face as he holds this very sword proudly in his hand. The image blurs and reforms... you again see the same elf, apparently years later. A look of weariness crosses his face and his eyes seem sad. The look is fleeting, though, and is quickly replaced with anger. He stares up at the dark stalagtite-covered stone above him and then falls to his knees. Perhaps a trick of the shadows cast by the vast cavern in which he stands, his skin seems to appear darker than before. Though he seems not to notice, glowing runes suddenly appear along the length of his sword. Slowly, your vision returns to normal

As you sing, more images take form before your eyes, each switching to the next in rapid succession. You see the slender eahnor longsword hanging from a gilded stand in a richly-decorated estate. You see it held by one of the fabled Palestra as he seems to dance through a battle with a troll that towers head and shoulders above him. You can almost hear the anguished cry of some monster that you have never before seen, as this sword is plunged through its heart by a Faendryl warrior amidst the deep blackness of Rhoska-Tor...

The images continue to form, one after another, switching faster and faster. The blade is held by dozens of hands, then hundreds. You see it being raised in more battles than you can count. Gasping, you barely manage to hold onto the longsword. An ancient, but melodic elven voice wispers from somewhere nearby, "Bound by honor, bound by duty. Strength, Peace, and Long Life to the Elven People of Ta'Faendryl."