Daggers of Leya's Amazons

The Daggers of Leya's Amazons are a set of daggers that were recovered from a trunk when new portions of the Shrine of Leya were unearthed in Wehnimer's Landing.

History

In 5105 in Prime, a stalwart group of adventurers, many of whom were Amazons themselves, embarked on a quest to explore Leya's shrine. Upon discovering a new area, they discovered a locked weathered modwir trunk. After unlocking the trunk, the group recovered a set of simple faenor daggers - twenty-two in all - each bearing the image of either an owl or a steed, and each with a handle crafted of a different gemstone. The handles were each inscribed with a different name, presumably that of the original Amazonian owner.

Daggers

The disposition of most of the daggers has been lost to the passage of time yet some information still remains.

Etheloe's Dagger

This dagger was recovered in Prime by Laella.

Fallaen's Dagger

This dagger was recovered in Prime by Subarashi.

Jadryga's Dagger

This dagger was recovered in Prime by Laleena and given to Deavon.

Inscribed on the amethyst handle is a name rendered in crude script and a small tool has been used to etch an owl on the blade near the tang. You also notice a small enchanter's glyph. There appears to be something written on it.

In the Common language, it reads:
 "Jadryga" 

Lorelle's Dagger

This dagger was recovered in Platinum by Sensati.

Inscribed on the blue quartz handle is a name rendered in crude script and a small tool has been used to etch an owl on the blade near the tang.
There appears to be something written on it.

In the Common language, it reads:
"Lorelle"

Margred's Dagger

This dagger was recovered in Prime by Sylanae and given to Tashalin.

Inscribed on the pale blue moonstone handle is a name rendered in crude script and a small tool has been used to etch a proud steed on the blade near the tang.  You also notice a small enchanter's glyph.
There appears to be something written on it. 

In the Common language, it reads:
"Margred"

Morgallen's Dagger

This dagger was recovered in Prime by Sylanae.

Inscribed on the onyx handle is a name rendered in crude script and a small tool has been used to etch a proud steed on the blade near the tang. You also notice a small enchanter's glyph. There appears to be something written on it.

In the Common language, it reads:
"Morgallen"

Orlanthe's Dagger

This dagger was recovered in Prime by Danay.

Raphfelia's Dagger

This dagger was recovered in Prime by Sylanae.

Inscribed on the mother-of-pearl handle is a name rendered in crude script and a small tool has been used to etch a proud steed on the blade near the tang. You also notice a small enchanter's glyph. There appears to be something written on it.

In the Common language, it reads:
"Raphfelia." 

Rhedwyn's Dagger

This dagger was recovered in Prime by Galenok and gifted to Annelie.

Inscribed on the spiderweb turquoise handle is a name rendered in crude script and a small tool has been used to etch an owl on the blade near the tang.
There appears to be something written on it.

In the Common language, it reads:
"Rhedwyn"

Sigismonda's Dagger

It is not known who recovered this dagger, but it may have been found in a pawnshop years later.

Inscribed on the green malachite handle is a name rendered in crude script and a small tool has been used to etch an owl on the blade near the tang.
There appears to be something written on it.

In the Common language, it reads:
"Sigismonda"

Tirgelth's Dagger

This dagger was recovered in Prime by Zanti.

Inscribed on the blazestar handle is a name rendered in crude script and a small tool has been used to etch an owl on the blade near the tang.
There appears to be something written on it.

In the Common language, it reads:
"Tirgelth"

Ualda's Dagger

This dagger was recovered in Prime by Deavon.

Other Daggers

The names on the missing daggers are:

Romilde, Herthe, Abertha, Heraltha, Narancia, Darienna, Hjordis, Cerbylis, Bevyena, Seredita.

Loresong

Singer begins her song with a few notes, stringing them together like precious beads on a silk thread.

The first clear notes of your song ring out, causing the air to reverberate palpably.  Invisible waves wash over you, creating a sensation of spiraling down into an unending yet gentle fall.  As you near what you anticipate as the bottom, everything slows and you synchronize with your surroundings... but this is another time and place.

Towering trees mask most of the night sky, although stars wink in and out of existence between gently swaying boughs.  Within the woodsy ring sit many women of all shapes, sizes, and hue.  Slender elves, wizened gnomes, gangly humans, small halflings, and many more have gathered around a blazing fire, lifting their voices up in song.

The soft melody continues as Singer adds another verse to her song.  Her hand automatically traces along the dagger as she sings.

Adding another refrain to your melody, you feel yourself begin to spin again, the only thing that keeps you grounded is the feel of the dagger in your hand.

At the center of the circle sits a dark-haired woman with deep azure eyes who commands the attention of all present.  With nothing more than a scrap of metal and a sharp piece of rock, she shows them how to fashion a crude blade.

You feel a slight disorientation as the vision grows blurry, but just as soon it clears, and you see the campground now in daylight.  Each woman proudly wields a small dagger blade, some polishing them, glinting with the sun's reflection, others carefully wrapping them in a sheath of leather.

Nodding as she sings, Singer continues her joyous song, turning the dagger over and over as she does.

You raise your voice up again, this time much stronger and hitting distinct precise notes designed to bring out more of the story hidden within the dagger.  Again the familiar dizziness surrounds you.

When your focus stabilizes, each woman is carefully displaying her newly hilted blade, every one with a unique handle etched with a name.  Above the tang, some have crudely etched an owl, while others have chosen a steed as an inspirational symbol.

Singer frowns in concentration as she weaves another verse, her voice wavering only slightly.

Once more you are transported with a swirling sensation back to the forest of the previous scenes with each note you add to the refrain.

Tears, laughter, hugs, and kisses are offered to the woman the tribe is gathered around.  Her voice is soft and indistinct, but from the tone you can tell that she is making her farewells.  She steps away, glancing back once to issue a wave, then disappears into the woods.

Blackness descends quickly and then the gradual glow of an oil lamp illuminates a small, earthen room filled with a large table and several benches.  A crone garbed in simple garments kneels by a open trunk.  Her hand goes for her crude dagger, lifting it out of its sheath.  She places it among the many other daggers in the trunk, then closes the lid and removes the key.

Singer begins a musical chant directed towards her faenor dagger.  She stops and ponders momentarily.