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The Magebane
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The King had been missing for several weeks. After putting his intelligencer Nicolas de Vauman on a task that sent the man hunting through the castle's archives, he had found what he needed and withdrew deep into the east wing for a fair amount of time. Every day, the castle rang with the repeated clanging of a hammer on metal, and pulses of magic. Despite the pain it caused, he was determined, and continued his work. He continued to smith, using the collected records and his own knowledge to try and recreate the Silversmith's greatest creation.
Today, he's left the forge. He's opened its doors and ventured out once again, welcomed by his people and congratulated on his success. For on his hip, now, was a blade that sung for the taste of magic. What once had been a fragment of metal fashioned into an athame, was now a fully formed sword again.