You say, 'I have an ancient longsword'
Kinlo Strongarm says 'The ancient smiths, for what I think yer askin' about, ain't been around fer a long time, laddy. Last anyone heard o' the ancients was 'fore my time even. There be more than a few tales about 'em.'
You say, 'what few tales?'
Kinlo Strongarm says 'There be some who talk about how the ancient smiths went down to work fer the Duke o' Below, sayin' he be needin' some fine dwarven smiths fer makin' some castle or some such. There be tales that the ancients were so good at smithin' that the Duke took 'em down and made 'em head smiths over his minions. There's even tales that some o' the smiths' souls were trapped in their hammers, stuck there by some necromancer or somethin', as punishment or retribution.'
You say, 'what hammers?'
Kinlo Strongarm says 'Aye. Some says their souls were bound into their hammers by an Erudite necromancer and enchanter. They say they used the power of the hammers ta profit by makin' ships, boats, and houses better than any other merchants. Sad tale, if'n it be true.'
You say, 'what erudite necromancer and enchanter?'
Kinlo Strongarm says 'I'm not knowin' more about the story, lad. Everythin' I know is already in what I said. Aye, Erudites. I suppose if yer wantin' ta run after shortbeard tales ya can look over on that plague island they call Odus.'
Jaeil the Wretched whimpers pathetically as his reflection catches his eye. He turns and stares pitifully at the ceiling.
Jaeil the Wretched shields his eyes from his reflection in the water, occasionally gibbering as he scratches at a flapping, rotted patch of skin on his sunken face. In his arms he cradles something. He seems to emanate an aura of power.
You say, 'what ancient hammer?'
Mairee Silentone says 'Yes, the ancient hammer. I heard something about that. Do you mind if I take a look at it?'
Mairee Silentone makes a few marks on the hammer, and all the while you can hear a muffled cursing coming from the hammer head. 'Yes, it is an ancient dwarf's hammer. Interesting artifact. I've marked it to keep it stable while you retrieve something for me. You need to travel to the Plane of Air and find a swirling sphere of color. Bring it and the hammer back to me.'
Mairee Silentone holds the sphere and makes intricate marks and patterns on it, eventually turning the entire crystal clear. She rolls it across the hammer, raising a ringing sound in the room. 'There. Now take the hammer back to Kinlo. He'll know what to do from here. Good luck to you, Runengetum.'
Kinlo Strongarm looks at the hammer and nods once before slamming the head against his anvil, and shattering the head. In a cloud of dust, another dwarf appears from the cloud and tosses you a hunk of metal. Kinlo stares in awe.
You say, 'Hail, Usbak the Old'
Usbak the Old says 'Took ya long enough! Ye'd think ya had an orc head on them shoulders there. I'm owin' ya for yer help though. Else I'd have been on that darn hammer for ages. Ye said ya had an ancient blade or somethin ta be smithin. If so lemme see it.'
Usbak the Old admires the blade and then starts to bang the edge with a hammer. 'Hah, that was a good blade, no doubt. Ain't seen one I couldn't make better though. I'm knowin' yer cause and all I know is ye should take that ancient blade ta yer friend in the woods, he'll know what to do now. With that I'm gonna be takin muh leave. Debt paid and all. If'n yer wantin' another blade, which ye do, ye got enough ore left that Kinlo can do it for ye'
Kinlo Strongarm says 'Erm. Well, I ain't never worked with this stuff but here's what I got for ya. It ain't bad, pretty much like the one ye got there. I suppose ye should take the one the ancient made and show it ta yer friend.'
Telin Darkforest smiles slowly. 'Now that's fine work, Runengetum. Just a moment, we have a friend here who can enchant one of the blades. Give her the blade the ancient smithed.'
You say, 'Hail, Faelin'
Faelin says 'Didn't think I was gone for good, did you? We're that much closer to finishing this trial of our strength, thanks to you.'
Faelin smiles at you, then closes her eyes as she sets the gem 'Nature's Balance' into the crossguard and begins to channel her spirit into the sword. The ground rumbles loudly as she casts. She collapses in exhaustion after a short time. 'Take the blade, and perhaps you can finish this. You must strike at the heart of Innoruuk's lair. Bring a shattered gem and the mithril blade to Xanuusus. Only by weakening Innoruuk's grip over his realm can the balance of the land once again be restored. If we do not meet again, Runengetum, remember you always have my eternal thanks.'
Continue to phase 9 of this quest.