The story of Halimath Arnuanna is a cautionary tale relating
the dangers of pride and arrogance, even in those who have again and again
proven their superiority of skill.
Halimath was a smith who had transcended all
boundaries of metalworking in his craft. A true master with the hammer and
tongs, each piece of precious metal commanded his complete attention, each blow
of the hammer comprised his entire world. His creations were truly marvellous
and inspired such awe in others. With each passing year, his skill grew ever
greater. Elves travelled the world over to see his works of art.
passed, and the grey elf decided that his life’s work should culminate in the creation
of one truly magnificent artefact —preferably a sword—to be wielded in the cause
of good. He had no doubts about his skill, and he had the costly metals and
gems with which to make and ornament this sword. But the grey elves had banned
the making of any more weapons of power. They wanted no reminder of the Elf war
or the Fractioning, and they forbade Halimath to make such a sword. The elf
would neither listen nor obey; breaking the laws of his land was but a small
price to pay for the glory of the magic he would wrought.
Thus commenced Halimath’s destruction. The rituals the elf
sought to enchant the blade were dark and arcane, their powers hardly more than
he could contain. Halimath continued without regard, believing that the creation
of the Sword of Justice would atone for any evils he committed while creating
The first spell he cast almost cost him his life, so strong were the magics
within it. This spell ensured life to the wielder of the blade for as long as
the Sword was held. A second spell enchanted the weapon so that it could only
be used on the side of goodness, and the third ensured the Sword would strike
down the foes of the wielder with but a single blow.
Rumours of Halimath’s transgressions reached the ears of the
grey elf elders. The wisest and most just of them, Andriana, confronted
Halimath and demanded the truth. To her folly, she held up the Sword to
emphasize her point.
The master smith flew into an insane rage at his creation
being so touched.
His massive fist struck the frail elf woman, and she
crumpled to the floor. Blood splattered across the blade in Andriana’s hands
and stained the carpet beneath her still-breathing form. Halimath stared down
at the woman in horror, his senses returning to him in the cold light of what
he had done. He knew the other elders would never allow him to finish the Sword
of Justice, and that thought alone consumed him.
He grabbed the Sword and fled.
Shortly after, the grey elf elders discovered Halimath’s
misdeeds. Though Andriana lived, the elders swore the blood oath against Halimath. They hounded the elf day and night,
until they finally cornered him; though bruised in body and spirit, he was
Halimath let out a great cry and raised the Sword of Justice
in defiance against the elves who harried him. He leaped to attack, but the
blade crumbled to dust in his hands.
When the arrows pierced his body, Halimath