The Singing Sword
Solitary, small, magical, amorphous
HP 19 Armor 5 (made of metal, quick)
Cutting, thrusting, and slashing: [b]2d12 damage (hand, messy, 2 piercing)
Qualities flies; made of Maker-fine steel
• Make strange music in the dark
• Strike a warning blow, deft but nonlethal
• Block their way with a razor’s edge
This naked blade needs no wielder. It dances about the air, making music as it moves: every bob a hum; every slice a whistle.
It was set here long ago as guardian of this crumbling hall. Those who forged it fell and for ages it has kept its vigil. Yet, this is not some mindless thing waiting to cut down foes. It remembers, longs, yearns for the days in which this hall was filled with light and laughter and–joy of joys–music!
And so it waits. In the dark. Singing songs to itself that have been not been heard by any living mortal ear. It waits, dutiful, and worries that it has misremembered the songs it once knew. It waits. In the dark. Alone.
Instinct: to defend the hall, to ease its loneliness
If they make noise: respond with strange music
If they enter the hall without making music: try to scare them off
If they flee: let them go
If they persist: draw blood
If they sing or make music: respond enthusiastically
If they then make to leave: wail, moan, and stop them