Cleric's Iron Sword

Cleric's Iron Sword gleams on the workbench, a blade of iron that refuses to forgive the careless. The blade is slender, with a straight, double-edged profile, polished to a dull gleam that catches lantern light and tosses it back as if the metal itself were listening. The edge carries micro-serrations from a sharpening ritual, not to cut but to remind the owner of every failed oath. The crossguard is small, an iron crescent that seems to cradle the hand rather than guard it, etched with a sigil: a closed palm cradling a flame. The grip wraps in worn leather, dark with use, and the pommel bears a tiny inset gem that glints faintly—an amethyst or perhaps a moonstone, depending on the lamp's mood—that once signified a cleric's blessing. Legends tie the sword to a cloistered order, healers who learned to channel strength through steel, to cut away disease and fear with equal precision. They hammered runes into the blade during a long winter siege when supplies ran low, using the heat of their own devotion to temper metal rather than coal. The inscription along the fuller tells a story if one leans close: 'May mercy temper fury, may humility steady hands.' The blade's balance is not merely a craftsman's pride but a promise—the weight resting in the forefinger, guiding the swing with mercy rather than harm, unless a foe presses too close to a healer's side. In practice, players find it versatile in both offense and support builds. It doesn't scream power; it whispers reliability. Its damage type is blunt? In GW2, swords are Swords (power) with physical damage. The Cleric's name implies a focus on vitality or condition cleanse in the support tree. The lore suggests the sword can channel a cleric's aura: a one-two strike followed by a consecration circle that heals or cleanses. In dungeons and world events, the blade often serves as a frontline anchor: the shield-bearer clears a path while a healer circles behind, reinforcing the group with a burst of radiant energy as the runes flare. For players, upgrading to Cleric's Iron Sword often unlocks storylines of alliances with healing orders and northern outposts, the blade's runes glowing faintly when a group is near a sacred ruin. Market talk wraps the sword in another thread. In the bustling markets, the price threads through rumors and memory; a buyer might haggle with a merchant about a discount born from the day's misfortunes, and the vendor will gesture toward a ledger that links the sword to the Saddlebag Exchange—where collectors note recent auctions and proposed glints of history. A fair price, they say, reflects both craftsmanship and the weight of the story behind it. The post ends with the thought that weapons are not merely tools but testimonies. The Cleric's Iron Sword has always had a way of reminding its bearers that strength is not just pain endured but mercy offered, and that even a weapon can become a guide through a world that tests faith.