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The Third-Arm Glaive is a war-spear with a five foot long haft of still-fragrant applewood capped by a two foot long, razor sharp blade of balanced orichalcum and steel. The tanka, where blade and haft meet, is red jade forged into the shape of a tightly coiled dragon. In its jaws and two front claws the dragon clutches the pennon from which the glaive takes its name - a ten foot long sash of red-dyed orichalcum cloth that flutters even when there is no breeze. The dragon's rear claws are empty and open, each waiting to clutch a hearthstone. | The Third-Arm Glaive is a war-spear with a five foot long haft of still-fragrant applewood capped by a two foot long, razor sharp blade of balanced orichalcum and steel. The tanka, where blade and haft meet, is red jade forged into the shape of a tightly coiled dragon. In its jaws and two front claws the dragon clutches the pennon from which the glaive takes its name - a ten foot long sash of red-dyed orichalcum cloth that flutters even when there is no breeze. The dragon's rear claws are empty and open, each waiting to clutch a hearthstone. | ||
| + | Centuries ago, ??? forged the Glaive for Kahroba, the name that [[Storm of Amber]] wore in the First Age. Kahroba rode where few Solars followed and often needed a helping hand. What better hand than one as fit and loyal as his own; the Glaive's sash was forged with a sliver's of Karroba's own essence. The spear served well, until the fateful day that Kahroba put himself between the mortals he loved and the fury of his brother Solars. Sensing its master's misgivings, the spear hesitated to strike and in that moment of doubt, Kahroba was lost. The Solars buried Kahroba well and would have destroyed the Glaive but, furious as they were at their brother's seeming betrayal, ???'s pride would not let him see his craft undone. Rather than destroy the spear, he bound it away in the far reaches of the Summer Mountains and set the second circle demon [[Karacalla]], the Gorge of a Stillborn Promise, to guard it for all eternity. | ||
| − | + | And so things stayed for centuries, until Storm of Amber took the Second Breath a little over a year ago. Though not truly intelligent, the spear is self-motivated and knows its master. Even without the essence of commitment to bind them together, the two are close to one. The Third-Arm Glaive wrapped its red-dyed sash around Karacalla's neck, pulling tight and choking out its unholy life. The demon crawled back to Malfeas, an oath to destroy the spear bubbling out of its mouth along with its black blood, even as the Glaive began to make its ponderous way north, through the land of the Jungle Tribes and across the River Province. With the sash pulling it along the ground like an inchworm, it crossed the miles, passing occasionally into the hands of men, where it would wrap tight around their wrists until they had carried it further along its path. It was a long, tortuous journey, but the spear eventually reached the hand of its master. | |
| − | Though not truly intelligent, the spear is self-motivated and | ||
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[[Heaven's Mandate]] | [[Heaven's Mandate]] | ||
Revision as of 20:29, 1 June 2006
The Third-Arm Glaive is a war-spear with a five foot long haft of still-fragrant applewood capped by a two foot long, razor sharp blade of balanced orichalcum and steel. The tanka, where blade and haft meet, is red jade forged into the shape of a tightly coiled dragon. In its jaws and two front claws the dragon clutches the pennon from which the glaive takes its name - a ten foot long sash of red-dyed orichalcum cloth that flutters even when there is no breeze. The dragon's rear claws are empty and open, each waiting to clutch a hearthstone.
Centuries ago, ??? forged the Glaive for Kahroba, the name that Storm of Amber wore in the First Age. Kahroba rode where few Solars followed and often needed a helping hand. What better hand than one as fit and loyal as his own; the Glaive's sash was forged with a sliver's of Karroba's own essence. The spear served well, until the fateful day that Kahroba put himself between the mortals he loved and the fury of his brother Solars. Sensing its master's misgivings, the spear hesitated to strike and in that moment of doubt, Kahroba was lost. The Solars buried Kahroba well and would have destroyed the Glaive but, furious as they were at their brother's seeming betrayal, ???'s pride would not let him see his craft undone. Rather than destroy the spear, he bound it away in the far reaches of the Summer Mountains and set the second circle demon Karacalla, the Gorge of a Stillborn Promise, to guard it for all eternity.
And so things stayed for centuries, until Storm of Amber took the Second Breath a little over a year ago. Though not truly intelligent, the spear is self-motivated and knows its master. Even without the essence of commitment to bind them together, the two are close to one. The Third-Arm Glaive wrapped its red-dyed sash around Karacalla's neck, pulling tight and choking out its unholy life. The demon crawled back to Malfeas, an oath to destroy the spear bubbling out of its mouth along with its black blood, even as the Glaive began to make its ponderous way north, through the land of the Jungle Tribes and across the River Province. With the sash pulling it along the ground like an inchworm, it crossed the miles, passing occasionally into the hands of men, where it would wrap tight around their wrists until they had carried it further along its path. It was a long, tortuous journey, but the spear eventually reached the hand of its master.
