Mithril Swords Novels & Stories

In less than 6 seconds Nyos had eliminated 5 skeletons, reducing the group from 14 to 9. Keil raised his great metal shield high and advanced against the enemy formation; each of his footsteps rumbled loudly and he firmly unsheathed his white Mikarta-handled sword and Adamantite guard. Without even hesitating, and with the force of a train he rammed the skeletons, among them, the one who received the impact of the onslaught with the shield was totally smashed. The weapon in Keil's hands was a Mithryl bladed longsword, the damascus design on the blade of the weapon revealing similar forging patterns of intertwined rose stems which glowed with a dim crimson light due to enchantments. of the we

Not Silas. This sword is not quite mini. I dragged mine across the floor, lifting it just enough so it didn't make a horrible noise. I finally reach him with the heavy sword and look at it. The sword is pretty basic. The silver hilt is cold metal with no grip, and I glance at Silas's sword which has a leather hilt, no doubt making it easier to hold. I wonder if he purposely gave me the bad sword that actually looks broken and difficult to use. I wouldn't be surprised.

Mila spoke as she circled around him. “Wow!” Arthur was impressed. Mila rubbed her foot on the ground and threw some mud in his direction, but that too bounced off him. “How will I fight in this?” Arthur asked curiously as he tried to touch a rock and was unable to. “I cannot lift my sword, can I?” “You would need to hold it while I cast the charm. Then your weapon would be part of the shield,” Mila explained. “My entire sword?” Arthur asked, wondering won’t it make his blade blunt?

The crowd could feel that the heat and cold had collided while looking at the swords on the stage. “Let me introduce to you the Blaze Wild Sword and the Deadly Glaze Sword. Blaze Wild Sword is a must be suggested for the people who had fire attributes and were accustomed to fire. The Deadly Glaze Sword is for the people who had Ice attributes. These swords are made by a Grade 5 Novice Armament Master.” Lark Oz said while showing them the swords that Luna had made.

She didn't for once think Darla would hesitate before driving the sword into Niles if she hadn't quietened down. Simran looked around, but all she could see was the mist. She heard a rustle nearby. Twigs snapped and someone ran over them. Everyone in the group fell silent. The hazy moonlight and the mist made it difficult to see anything. Suddenly the flap of wings was heard and everyone drew their swords from their sheaths, except for Manton who drew daggers from his belt. The hilts were studded with red, blue, green and yellow gemstones that glowed dully in the darkness.

Vic rose resiliently, straightened his shoulders and went towards them himself. Kim quickly sat down on the grass on the slope, laid his drawn sword beside him, and never took his eyes off Vic again. Lana and Mila looked at the Vistolian with huge eyes and looked behind him disappointedly - the girls did not like the lack of wings. Vic stopped next to the children, gave Kim a frown, and silently sat down next to him, choosing the side where the sword lay on the ground. For some reason, the magician shivered and wrapped his arms around himself chillily. The Vistolet raised his hand over the weapon with a wry smile, waited, but felt no effect. He cautiously touched the hilt, slowly grabbed it

It was named the Veradis Lake, meaning blue-green lake. Today, I continued to train them on how to use the sword on a solo drill. I demonstrated to them with the use of my own poniard, while they held a blue metal sword. The metal was called cirthum. It was light and definitely good for the boys to train and learn fast. The blades shined as light hit them.

As for the ring, it becomes beautiful, there are three layers of metals used Gold, Mithril, and Orichalcum and the Insignia on top was an insignia of a Black Coloured Stone Keep. {Head Hunter} [Made by the High Human grandmaster smith viscount Alma Lois, for High General Kisstoft Burman. Forge from Mithril and Blood of an Ancient red dragon, the sword has decapitated countless heads in the hand of High General Kisstoft Burman, granting its name 'The Head Hunter'. ]. "Quite brutal….just how many heads it has decapitated to claim the name?". {Ring Of Power} [Special Effects:-] -1000 Tons of Storage Capacity

"Go Turry!" "Ladies, that's enough, this is a solemn lesson in magick - and the first phase of my courtship!" Jarnja mock scolded, beating her furred breasts with her claymore. Silence, then laughter, fell across the fighting pit. Felice handed me a sapphire encrusted longsword carved with bindrunes in the shape of the wolf riding, snake reins giantess Hyrokkin. I saw Othala, the Ancestors, on its hilt. "I'll beat you, dear Jarnja," I smirked as I said it, flashing the blade.

“Sanguis Umbra... arise.” From my back, wings exploded—jagged, glass-like constructs of obsidian laced with crimson veins. The sky flickered with lightning as the blood in my veins answered my call. A hiss escaped my lips as my sword appeared—Crimson Mourning—forged in the underworld and fed with the souls of fallen enemies. The blade thrummed in my hand, alive, hungry. All around us, the wizards unleashed their spells. Lightning, flame, frost—chaotic and furious. But I moved with the grace of a phantom, slicing through the spells as I charged forward.