Monday, September 11, 2006


Lucks Misfortune.
Blade of Lutherius, son of Rith.


Forged in the Depths of the Alarizar Caverns, nearly two thousand years ago, by a race so noble their blood ran gold.

Gilded with ancient runes, blessing its wielder with strength, courage, and energy.

Enblazoned with a radiant Sapphire, filled with fire and quenched with ice, perched atop the hilt.

Wielded in countless wars, used in many battles, it had killed many, yet hurt even more

A sword that could cut through stone.
A sword that could sway the masses, with a glance of its gem.
A sword, that lay forgotten.

Once a blade full of life and bloodlust, now, it lay undisturbed, on a tattered wood table, in a battered leather sheath, hiding its glory from the world, hiding its might from any prying eyes. It has been tossed aside, a priceless relic, now used as a petty paper weight. No longer is it an object of immense value, but an item of practicality.

Lutherius picked it up idly as he wandered without aim or purpose through the antique shop . He pulled of its battered coverings to see it for what it is. A blade, unique, but worn. It was marked with spots of rust, it was dull, and it had dark red spots on it that only his mind could imagine what were. Marked with etching of....symbols, now faded out and barely visible beneath a thin film of dust, meaning something probably, but they didn't matter much now. It had a gem on its hilt, neat looking, but covered in ages of dust and grime. Carved in its metal hilt, neat, but vividly,was two words: Lucks Misfortune

Lutherius gasped.
Was this the blade his father talked?

His father spoke of a sword, deemed the title "Lucks Misfortune" by a race long forgotten, lost in a battle by his ancestors. Now all that remained of this fabled sword was a memory, and a legend.

Until now.

Lucks Misfortune had its ways of coming back.
Now, it lay in the hands of Lutherius, its rightful heir.

Lutherius quickly picked up the blade and hurried to the counter, payed the man for the blade, three shillings, quite a petty sum, and then quickly left.

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