Dwarven runeblade

Adapted from original post by ILLRIGGER 2 June 1999

This is one of the 7 OHE's Stovel presented for the auction two or so summers ago. To my knowledge only 3 exist currently in the lands, but the rest might be sold at the auction some time in the future. Its 3x enchanted with crimson light crits on every swing. When more of its brothers are in the room the enchant increases based on the number of blades and the age of the wielder. Also, the flairs get more powerful when more than one is present.

Giantshield was the original owner of 'Farouk',I beleive, which was also sold at the auction. He sold that about a year ago to Apaanda, not sure if she still has it. Entrei, high level ranger, was an original owner of one too..'Ottar' I believe. Not sure if he still has his. and I believe Jenna was the another owner. I have been told that Nicodemus first bought Manser. 4 were actually sold. Other 3 are still out there.

That is the extent of my knowledge on the Warblade at this time, I tried for sometime to acquire one of the others, but was never able to do so.

Regards

Aintryg

Loresong

As Ylandra sings, a burst of song flows forth from the warblade in her hands. All other sounds stop as her voice begins to reach the weapon.

Ylandra seems fall into a deep trance.. then begins to sing aloud:

Evil and ruin befell the Lands.
Seven strong hearts and seven stout hands,
 wielding fire to stem the flow,
 guarded the pass against their foes.

Seven stood in the darkest hour.
Fire in hand, whilst the village did cower.
Against the ancient evil of old,
 they stood as one, brave and bold.

Seven blades flashing bright,
 mighty brands to pierce the night.
Did set all their foes a'straight,
 withering them in ruint fate.

Aelthed, Orin, were the first to fall,
 five now stood and fought for all.
Farouk, Karo, followed soon,
 three blades still shined against the moon.

Three blades left began to fade.
Without all seven their doom was made.
Iubdan, Manser, fought till death,
 with ebbing strength and waning breath.

Ottar held his blade up high.
Lightning crashed against the sky.
Seven blades their powers meshed,
 to cleave asunder demon flesh.

With fading breath and dying sight,
 Ottar passed beyond the Light.
The weapons great, their wielders strong.
 Together these blades shall right the wrong.

Seven blades, each with a light,
 came together in blazing might.
Separate, each had a fire.
Brought together they formed a pyre.

The village free, the seven dead,
 weapons were laid beside each head.
And if the lores of old ring true,
 seven blades shall rise anew.