Farewell to the Promise
The sword first flashed in the dawn's light. Rivers held it before him with effort; the blade was taller than himself and fully a hand wide. It was two edged straight sword with a double hand grip. The pommel held a large ruby, easily as an owl's eye, though it was merely providing weight in the hearthstone socket. The gem was the focal point of sunburst relief etching that extended through the lower half of the handguard. A second rising sun was etched just above the crossguard of the blade, but on close inspection the design was formed entirely from carefully etched sutras in old realm. The etchings gave the polished orichalcum of the background behind the sun a matte finish, so small and tightly inscribed they were. They continued for the full lenght of the blade, with only a fingerwidth along the edge of the blade unmarked, tapering to the razor-edge.
Seven Thousand Wonders Unfolding twitched with excitement on River's chest. "Try it out! Isn't there a slave nearby? Wait..."
The copper spider laughed. "I don't have half the strength I'd need to actually wield this blade. This is for a bigger man than myself. And, ah, we don't really have slaves... as I've mentioned to you several times."
The seven
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