Escilida (Esque-Ill-E-duh)

A beautiful weapon, a shame it went to such a horrible goddess. That she should wield such beauty is an insult to the smith who put their time into it. - Quinn, God of the Forge on Sumerana wielding Escilida

A winged longsword wielded by Sumerana during the Purge War and now wielded by her chosen champions.

History

The tale of Escilida's forging, transcribed from the tales of Sumerana herself:
When I was a still a young girl, I lived within a Brothel with my mother. I tended to clothes and dishes, prepared food and drink and served them to patrons. While some may view it as inappropriate work for a child, I was happy to spend the days with my mother and to be able to stay with her. Until a drunken patron lost his temper and I returned to find my mother dead to his fists. He very nearly ended my life there but for the kindness of a stranger. The stranger was an unremarkable man of common features, simply wearing common clothes and a traveling cloak. While my assaliant attacked me the stranger approached him from behind and ran him through, felling the man and sparing me the pain of death. The stranger carried me away from my home as I was bruised and beaten, my vision faded as he carried me through the night.
When I awoke he was gone, and I was in an unfamiliar home. A cabin within a forest I did not recognize. I waited until he returned and he did not speak as he tended to my wounds and nursed me back to health. When I had recovered he still did not speak, but he handed me a wooden blade and bid me attack him. I did so and he smacked the blade from my hands. And so began the first of several years of training, all the while with no words being spoken. Eventually I could strike him with sufficient frequency that he seemed impressed. He began to show me how to move with fluidity and grace, aye it was a man who taught me the art of Battle Dancing, does that surprise you?
Eventually I had far surpassed him, he smiled at my skill, though he still spoke no words after nearly ten years together. He led me into the mountains and he and I traded with a group of dwarves for metal ores. We took the materials and he led me through smelting and forging them into a weapon. When it was done he took the blade and disappeared into our home with it. When he returned the blade was as you see it now, deocrations and all.
It was here I heard his voice for the first and last time. "My darling daughter, stand tall and bow to no one. Go forth and forge your path." He said as he vanished into mist.

Item type

Unique Artifact

Rarity

A one of a kind blade forged by unknown means and maker, save for the goddess herself.

Weight

4 lbs.