Sil'igne

[Sky 0]

 

Jiub stands on top of the Ker'lomi wall, simply staring out towards the Princedom of Fenn. Each breath he takes, he mutters a small prayer to the ancestors of old to give him guidance in a most troubling time. Standing beside him is but a humble blacksmith, holding out a strangely crafted sword for Jiub to hold. The handle and hilt covered in words of an old forgotten language, the blade itself made of such a dark metal that it seemed to absorbed all the light that touched it.

 

"Most o' me customers name the swords suh" The blacksmith states.

 

"Then I shall name mine, Sil'igne" Jiub replies, taking the sword from the blacksmith and adjusting the sheath to his armour.

 

As the blacksmith leaves Ker'lomi, Jiub turns and faces his small city, a warm smile comes to his face. 

 

"My kin, I get this sword not for me but for us, I name it not for me but for us. I, Jiub the Protector of the Ker, will take on another title." 

 

Jiub states to the few Ker that have gathered around their courageous leader. Taking his newly crafted sword out and raising it to the sun, the sunlight being absorbed by the blade.

 

"Sil'igne! The Sword of Fire!" 

[Crayfishchris 751]

"Bows and arrows are much cooler," says a young high elven girl, looking down at silly, silly Jiub.

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

"I think we should name him Saint Jiub, destroyer of Cliff Racers. What's a cliff racer?"

Art shrugs to himself and goes back to drinking.

[Sky 0]

"I think we should name him Saint Jiub, destroyer of Cliff Racers. What's a cliff racer?"

Art shrugs to himself and goes back to drinking.

"After this, you will name him Saint Jiub, Destroyer of Snelves." ​Says Art's drinking buddy.

[Sentlit 108]

"After this, you will name him Saint Jiub, Destroyer of Snelves." ​Says Art's drinking buddy.

Nearby, a tall figure by the name of Cyrus would mumble "Slayer of Snelves alliterates better."

[Telanir 6976]

Farmer Billy Bob would assure you that there's no such thing better than his famous baked taters. He would flaunt their superiority over such nonsense as swords. You cannot, in fact, bake a sword, nor eat a sword, yet you can do it with a tater. It is clear.

[Lego XBOX 915]

Goroth watches, shaking his head with a condescending look,

 

"These younglings... so consumed in their sword games..."

[HardstyleRaver2 56]

Alakagh applauses to Jiub as he gazes Sil'igne. He commented, "The blacksmith, who created this fine blade, is quite skillful in making swords, and I will applaud him for it."

Then, he frowns slightly at his sheath, which contains his shabby longsword.

[The Templar 195]

Yriel merely shakes his head, "And how soon, will I need to suture your wounds again, Jiub..?" He would turn without an anwer, to carefully make his way down the stairs to his sanitarium.

[Glyc 234]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.