Hearty Iron Greatsword of Air

The Hearty Iron Greatsword of Air gleams with a weathered iron hue, its blade broad and honest, the edge rounded by years of contact with stone and wind. The iron bears a living bloom of patina, like frost on a winter window, and the fuller threads a pale, wind-swirled glow from hilt to tip. The grip is wrapped in thick, oiled leather that has darkened to the color of well-tanned hide, and the pommel wears a small, wind-stressed bead of brass that catches stray sunlight and echoes every gust in the room. Carved along the blade's spine are eight serrated notches that look like a baroque horizon; etched runes along the fuller hum with a quiet electricity, a promise that air itself might lend a hand to any swing. When it rests in a scabbard, the sword seems to whisper of storms past—of fields where banners snapped like kites and the smith who swore he could hear the wind when he hammered. Lore connections: The piece is said to have been forged in a climate-smoothed forge by a master smith who walked the edge between air and iron, binding gust in the metal with a chorus of wind-spirits that patience needed to hear. They say a hint of thunder remains in the tang, a memory of battles fought under open skies, when riders carved through the sand and the air answered with a roar. Soldiers who carried it swear the blade does not merely cut; it channels breath, guiding momentum as if the wielder were riding a current rather than gripping a handle. In gameplay terms, it is a greatsword designed for frontline clarity—sturdy, rhythmic, and patient. Its heft makes every two-handed swing feel deliberate rather than hurried, letting a warrior discipline their stance and ride out enemy arcs. When you time a wind-inflected strike, you feel a momentary pull of air that seems to stiffen the enemies' resolve, a small nudge toward vulnerability that teammates notice as soon as the first gust lifts their capes. It is the kind of blade that rewards restraint and tempo, where a well-placed cleave can open a path for teammates to press through the smoke and the noise. The lore of air binds the weapon in the field, making it a talisman for skirmishes that require staying power and a steady breath. Marketwise, the sword travels with whispers on the market lanes, traded from stony stalls to shadowed courtyards where the air seems to pulse with rumor. I stopped into Saddlebag Exchange to learn its price, listening to the merchant unroll a map of leather and coins. They quoted roughly 18 silver—a sum that felt fair for a relic that can turn a moment of chaos into a well-placed crescendo. But as the sun slides down, the Hearty Iron Greatsword of Air is more than a weapon; it’s a story carried by steel, a breath held in metal, a promise that in the right hands, even iron can be made to breathe.