Runic Tablet Simply Swords Novels & Stories

From the variety of weapons in the room, Zark picked up a short sword, slowly removing the weapon sheath, the silver Mithryl blade of the weapon was revealed to glow in the light, engraved on the blade were magical symbols similar in design to the Nordic alphabet. "Runes" Zark whispered to himself. Curiously, he brought his left hand to the writing and used the "[Read Magic]" spell. On top of the runes, as if it were a hologram, the words 'Sharp +1' emerged. Apparently those runes were for the purpose of identifying the weapon's enchantment. I swing the weapon from side to side in an attempt to search for a change in her body, but the only relevant feeling was that the weapon was abnormally

Not words, just hunger. “If we touch that with our bare hands,” Frynn murmured, “we’re losing fingers.” “Or worse.” I reached into my pack and pulled out the sword our priest had given us, the blade forged in moonlight, etched in runes older than any of Seraphine’s curses. Frynn unsheathed his as well. The moment the blades hit the air, the runes glowed. Soft blue at first. Then brighter. Brighter still. A hum vibrated through the metal, resonance, power, recognition.

"The Draconian Sultanates congratulate you on your victory over the iron-clad thieves of the West. You have proven that the mainland wolves can bite when pressed." "You did not sail your copper fleet through the boiling sinks to offer compliments, Kaelen," Natalia said, stepping to the front of her guard line. Her silver crown caught the morning sun, her royal aura settling into a low, suffocating pressure that made the front row of Saurian Janissaries subtly tighten their grips on their halberds. "State your business on my shores, or return your barges to the mountains." Kaelen’s horizontal pupils narrowed. He reached into his liquid copper robe, pulling out a heavy, triangular tablet carve

The table was red in color, maybe to indicate the difficulty of handling the weapons. The ones placed on a yellow fabric were scythes of various designs and lengths, which were also accompanied with daggers, lengthy swords, and some metal chain that has a heavy, pointed iron on its edge. The table that was tinted with a blue hue was filled with sorcerer's items and talismans, which I would probably not be able to use as I don't have those types of powers that can manipulate magic at will. "These are all interesting," I whispered to myself. Although there was actually a certain weapon that caught my attention, and it was none other than the scarlet scythe on the yellow table.

Now within, I could see the array of metals of different shapes and sizes draped and dangling from different angles of the room. It wasn’t a very large space, but it was not so small either. Judging by how damp the place smelled, it was not hard to tell that he did not get visitors often. How would he? He was located in the middle of nowhere. “What kind are you looking for?” He asks me, heading towards a table that had a burning candle atop it. “A sword or dagger alike” I respond, pretending to be interested in pile of guisarme clustered on a table next to me.

It was filled with copper, silver and gold royals, all to help supply them while they sought out allies. After Boro said his farewell and accepted the money, he quickly made himself busy checking out the two pack horses. He wanted to give Littume and Lord Jetir space for there farewells. He saw Jetir give his son a firm hug and share a few words with him. Then he saw Lord Jetir unwrap the cloth and from it pulled out an ornate brown and gold scabbard. The scabbard was too thick to belong to a rapier, and too wide to be a katan, the long slightly curved, single edge style sword that Boro himself used. This one was as wide as the width of his palm and had two edges to it. A broadblade, an olde

I look to Lance who is mind-linking before her presence is felt before she has even entered the marquee. She enters at the back, for a grander entrance. Lorrel likes smoke and lights, she was an artist. In her hands was a large silver sword with the royal emblem of a crown on top of an S, the same as my mark. She walks through the alphas and lunas earning gasps from the powerful aura she was emitting out. She places the sword on the table in front of us, before walking and standing next to me. On closer inspection I could see the sword was most likely silver. As well as the royal emblem, it had a large black jewel surrounded by small red ruby gems.

He would destroy anyone and everyone who laid a hand on her. I rushed back into the sanctuary, with no time to waste. Walking into the artifact room and grabbing the pair of cutlass swords, I had always admired, hanging up on the wall. Both are trimmed with gold, and both are etched with the lunar phases on one side of the blade. The only difference – is their handles. One woven in white the other black. The supposed twin swords of Skoll and Hati. The sons of Fenrir. The balance in both blades was perfect, as I tested them out, rotating my wrist and twirling the blades. The sun catching the finely sharpened edges.

One of the bandits' lackeys was amazed by the appearance of Engram’s rune sword. “What an expansive looking sword that you got there, laddie, do you mind if I take a look?” Engram’s long sword was indeed looking expansive. It was crafted from a black rune crystal with a sublime silver handle. “Why don't you come closer, so you can see it clearer.” Engram provoked while was sneering. Jeremiah felt the bloodlust atmosphere around Engram. He was now confused about how the difference the prince demeanor had changed from the first time they've met.

He should take this slow and steady. “Let’s see those weapons you were talking about.” Salj stared at the door where Yuki just left through for a few seconds. Then he sighed and went to the closet. He took out several things, a claymore, a bow, a sword, and a staff which he gently placed on the table. The weapons were all completely black with wooden texture and appearance, except for the handles and guards. The weapons all had a series of exactly 10 runic writings engraved on them.