Editing Ivas, the Unwilling (section)

==Threadcutter==
As Ivas slept, the piece of divine light growing inside of him, he dreamt.  Amidst dreams that he cannot remember and others of which he will not speak, he dreamt of a clearing.  In that clearing, a figure moved, alternately beautiful and horrifying to behold, gathering up the weapons of the three Hounds that Ivas had slewn.

As he watched, skillful hands stripped the weapons apart, separating leather, wood, bone, and gem from the metal beneath.  To one side stood a forge, where all gilt was melted away, leaving six bare pieces of steel gleaming in the light of the fire and the unblinking eyes of the stars above.  With hammer and tongs, the metal was beaten and shaped in the forge, the three weapons becoming a single massive blade, double-edged and with the barest hint of a curve.


As the blade was pulled, hissing, from the quenching trough, the smith unwound a leather cord from her long hair and bound it about the finished hilt.  With this single adornment, she plunged it point first into a root of the tree beneath which Ivas lay, disappearing into the forest while the quivering blade still hummed, bearing the bodies of the fallen Hounds on her back.

So it was when Ivas awoke: the clearing lay bare, empty of all but himself the blade he now bears. (Magical Dagger +3)