[ IP ] Golden Sword

Eduard roamed through the thick fog and overgrown forest. His lantern barely provided any light. `` I know it's here. It has to be,'' he said. The man was worried, tired, and sore. He'd heard the legends, and knew it was the only thing that could save him in this darkest of hours. 
 
 He almost missed the relic as he neared it. Eduard expected a monument or some kind of pedestal. But the sword of legend simply sat in the open air, leaning against a broken tree as it has just been tossed here. But as he drew closer, the pale light from his lantern caught a less dull part of the sword's golden hilt, as if it was signalling him like a lighthouse. 
 
 `` At last! The Blade of Derosta.'' Eduardo knew it the moment he saw the sword. Even while overgrown and dull with patina, the man could tell in an instant that he has found the fabled golden sword of of the king of kings. He set his lantern down and knelt down to pull the weeds and growth from the sword. He ran his fingers along the length of the blade, enchanted by this find. 
 
 Eduardo stood back up, taking a step back to take in the scene one last time. He then gripped the handle and lifted the sword, freeing the tip from the dirt and mud it had been resting in. The legendary blade was heavy; there was no doubt that it was made from solid gold. But the sword was also impossibly sharp. Even after all these years, if it were n't for the patina, you would mistake the sword as new. Clearly, the tales of magic and enchantments were true. 
 
 The man swung the sword a few times, as if to test the weight of it. Despite its weight, the sword swing clean and true. Eduardo then took a stance, pretending to spar with an unseen enemy. He swung and thrust the mythic blade several more times. `` With this sword, I will surely be able to right the wrongs forced upon me. No longer will I be the victim.'' 
 
 Eduardo smiled and the power he now held in his hands. He removed the heavy robe he was wearing and wrapped the sword for safe transport. He looked at the sword one last time as it struggled to shine through the patina, entranced by it's beauty and history. The man, now dressed only in britches and a simple shirt, retrieved his lantern and made his way out of the forest and back to town. 
 
 Happy with his find, Eduardo smiled. `` Surely I can hock this thing for 50 omh. Maybe even 60. That should pay off my debt to the tavern and leave me with enough to be unable to see straight for weeks to come.''
