Origins of the great blade Exeter… from Elfdreams 7

Mayard carried the Copper Mountain stone for years. Grayness and a female warrior visited his dreams and told him to merge a new discovery with the Copper Maintain stone. Mayard Klarje awakened and found a fist-sized red heart-shaped stone on the foot of his bed. The stone synchronously pulsed with his beating heart. Mayard removed the Copper Mountain stone from his Bag of Holding. True to his dream visitor’s word, red fluid oozed from a single sight on the gray-red rock. Mayard placed his lips onto the stone and drank deeply of the slightly bitter crimson liquid. Mayard felt warm, flushed, and suffered a slight headache. The symptoms soon passed. The rich red fluid satisfied his thirst and hunger. Mayard placed the newfound heartstone to the site from which the liquid flowed. Intense purple and gray auras filled the room. The larger Copper Mountain stone absorbed the smaller stone. The auras briefly changed to red and then grayness filled the room. Mayard Klarje uttered the Permanence Spell incantation and touched the site where the stones came together. The spirit of the stones guided Mayard to the swordsmith Roswell Kirkey at the Copper Mountain mines. Roswell forged the great blade Exeter from the merged stones. Exeter appeared as a well-made longsword, with a hilt formed of a reddish black material and a golden blade. The hilt of the weapon retained the reddish color. No runes appeared upon the weapon and no gems adorned the hilt.  Exeter’s beauty was in her simplicity. Mayard Klarje never held Exeter. His nephew Rhiann traveled in Mayard’s guise and took possession of the blade. Exeter’s feminine warrior spirit communicated telepathically to young Rhiann, “I must have some secrets. Suffice it to say, I’m a sister of Grayness. The greatest mages will not understand the Magick that empowers me. My voice will appear in the mind of my wielder, but only when he grasps my hilt. I’m sympathetic and empathetic. I feel both the physical and mental wounds received by the person grasping my hilt. I’ll do all I can to save my wielder from falling in battle. I sense enemies within thirty paces and determine the enemy that poses the greatest threat. I’ll save my bearer and serve as a companion during dark, cold, lonely, and forsaken times.”