I’m beginning to suspect that my Uncle Saleron was less than truthful when I spent those winters at his knee and he told me of his exploits in and around Khorvaire. Oh, I don’t think that he lied about everything, but I’ve realized something. He was a great man, but I think his sword – my sword – elevated him into an OUTSTANDING man. There is much to this sword other than the jewels which bedazzle its hilt.
I knew this sword was special when I first saw it proudly displayed over his hearth in the apartments that my parents gave him in Zilargo. Just looking at it reflecting the firelight, filling the room with beams of yellow and sliver light filled me with wonder. When I slinked into his dusty and unused rooms several days after his death and removed it from its display it felt good in my hands. Even though my heart was filled with excitement as I moved down to the docks and onto the wooden deck of the Jennivere, I could feel something in the back of my head creating a bond with the blade.
During the time I was stranded on Smuggler’s Shiv with Dadak, Chydak, Joffa, Pol and the others I felt myself grow into the blade. Several nights I dreamt of the previous owners of the blade and I shrugged it off as stories I may have been half asleep while Uncle Saleron continued with his tales; it took me a while to realize that was not true, that the sword was imparting me with knowledge. The images gave me a name: Mischief’s Blade. A more apt name would be hard to come by.
Previous owners were jokesters or rebels. One singer, a Joban Whool, was both. When his prized lyre was destroyed he commissioned the blade and used it to lead others to victory against the radical sect of Aureon that had been lording over his town. He invoked Lady Luck, the goddess Olliandra, in the forging of the blade, and it served him well. Enzio was tricked into assisting in a robbery against the mayor of his city during the city’s Freedom Festival and only through Enzio’s lithe acrobatics and other abilities of the sword he grabbed from a wall – Mischief’s Blade – was he able to escape. The luck imbued in the blade was all the help he needed. Uncle Saleron quickly moved up the ranks of the Beland Navy once he acquired the blade and his “Luck” was well known to his shipmates.
Now, I have Mischief’s Blade. Last night new abilities I was unaware of came unexpectedly to my thoughts. I look at the sword and I wonder what the future holds for us. I look at my companions, new and old, and I smile Time will tell… time will tell.