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. "I made it with the help of my
brethren in the Orders of High Sorcery. Over the years, my
cousin had shielded many in the orders from Istar, defying
his own family to do it, and we wished to reward him. I
asked that we make him a sword, one that he could use as
his wisdom saw fit."
The elf took a deep breath and let it out, never looking
up. His eyes seemed to glisten. "I rode out to meet him at a
prearranged place south of here, but an Istarian patrol
chased us. He got the sword, but didn't have time to undo
its case before we split up. I tried to find him. Then my
horse ... You know the rest."
The goblin nodded solemnly. The sword, he shouted
inside. Tell me about the sword, you maggot elf.
The elf licked his lips and went on. "The sword was
named the Sword of Change. We wanted to fulfill my
cousin's dearest dream, whatever the gods would grant, so
we gave the sword the power to do just that. It will grant its
user one wish. It is not all-powerful, but the gods of magic
will grant the user what he asks for if it is within reason."
He grimaced at a thought. "I've been guilty of worrying
more about the sword than my cousin's life, but the sword
could do much harm in the wrong hands
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