Diamond-edged slender eahnor longsword etched along the blade with ancient Vaalorian runes
a diamond-edged slender eahnor longsword etched along the blade with ancient Vaalorian runes
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, bound by love. Strength, Peace, and Long Life to the elves of Ta'Vaalor!"
This item was a prize from the Hunt for History.
You sense that this weapon has been passed down through the ages, from father to son, mother to daughter, for so long that it is a wonder the blade has not rusted away to nothing. Though there is not a single nick or scratch along the entire length of the slender eahnor blade, it seems almost surrounded by an air of antiquity.
As you continue to sing, a faint image takes shape before your eyes. You see a tall elven blademaster practicing with a slender eahnor longsword in one hand and a long silver dagger in the other. The elf slowly lowers the sword as a young child enters the room. With a look of curiosity in her eyes, the child raises her hand and touches the blade's hilt. Suddenly, as if by magic, glowing runes appear along the length of the blade. 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 resting against the wall in a dusty old armory. You see it clenched tightly in the hands of a crying soldier as she stands in the center of a battlefield, alone with the dead and the ravens. The next moment, the sword is one of thousands, all held high by members of the Crimson Ravens and of the Golden Hawks.
The images continue to form, switching faster and faster. You see this very blade in the hands of elves of all ages, all in defense of their noble city and way of life.
Gasping, you barely manage to hold onto the longsword. An ancient, but melodic elven voice whispers from somewhere nearby, "Bound by honor, bound by duty, bound by love. Strength, Peace, and Long Life to the Elven People of Ta'Vaalor."
The last verse as seen from the third person:
The slender eahnor longsword seems to respond to the magic of Bard's song.
Bard gasps softly and an ancient, yet melodic elven voice whispers from somewhere nearby, "Bound by honor, bound by duty, bound by love. Strength, Peace and Long Life to the Elven People of Ta'Vaalor.