Now I understand you make make your sword talk already? Kyra asked as she handed back his blade.
Corllion tilted his head showing some confusion, umm the sword doesn't talk. He replyed. The sounds it makes when you go through all your sword movements in order!
Corllion acted as if he didn't know or understand what she was saying. Did you heard the sound my sword made when I went through my movements just a few minutes ago? Yes I heard yours I've never heard mine make a sound beyond the sound of it swishing through the air. The same as any other blade being swung quickly. This gave Kyra pause, I know what was told to my by Avostad and the other members she had spoken with.
But she couldn't figure out why he could here the blade. She sat in quite contemplation trying to remember every tail told to her about training a bladesinger, and making the first break through getting the sword to talk. Coming up with no answers she asked him to demonstrate his complete routine.
Corllion walked to the middle of the clearing and readied himself, he started as he always did a smooth on guard position, alsinng his right foot back and going to a low ready across his lower half, blade point down at his left foot hilt up at his right hip, rolling his wrist and making a upward swing of the blade making a full extension, allowing the weight of the blade to pull it back down rolling again in a high cut across a head height foe that existed only in his mind, as he fell further into the movement set the sword started to moan a Sorrowful tone. Kyra was stricken by how sad the blade sounded , she immediately stopped Corllion. I don't know why you can't hear it, but I can , and your blade is sad that you can't hear it. Kyra kept thinking about this problem, all the way back to camp, and for the next few hours after that, she even spoke to all the team members. The only thing she could come up with is to approach this as she would any other new member, he had talent but she needed to bring him back to the beginning and re teach him everything. Most never knew about bladesingers before joining the guild. So they knew nothing of the song a blade would sing to its wielder. Before today Kyra never heard of someone having the skill and being able to make his blade talk, without training, and yet can't hear it.
Corllion took his leave and went to his tent early this night. Once there he sat on the floor with his blade sitting across his knees. He focused on his blade how the light reflected, of the razors edge. All along its length, the flutes cut into the blood trough, the engravings on the hilt. The rare and precious gems set into the cross guard and pommel.
Corllion searched ever inch of the blade than he knew like the back of his hand over and over again hoping to find some clue as to why he was unable to hear what it was trying to say to him. Especially when everyone else can hear it.
After no sleep that night, Corllion prepared for the day, he exited his tent packed things up readied his pack and sat by the fire, and looked into the flames, as tish made him a plate and handed him a cup of warm mulled wine. Kyra was the next to take a seat by the fire. After a few moments I only have two thoughts about what might be the problem. She turned to look at him , giving him the opportunity to continue. I either need to forge a new blade by my own hand, or with my ability to sense magic the way I can, I also know I can't be scried by any means, maybe that facet is somehow creating this block.
She didn't think the first idea wouldn't change much, in any case. But the second might be the problem in a nutshell. Kyra never did anything with out preparation, so she had done her home work, she had been told as Corllion had told the elders and Avostad as much as he had been able to learn about his abilities. Where the actual song came from was the air moving over and through the flutes on a blade was not magical in nature, but it was revered as something mystical. This line of thinking needed to be explored further.
Until Kyra could gather more information to have relayed back to the guild she wouldn't report half a problem days out the door on her first tasking as leader. She taught Silversword the first movement set of the bladesingers and set Brosh to be his Monitor.
She didn't know the nature of his abilities, if this was a gods gift to him she couldn't understand why, would it block him from a most vital part of the path he was to travel. Unless that path would lead to certain dangers or doom, and the benevolent god was seeking to protect young Silversword.
As Kyra was think this , a old Gnome looking man with stars like galaxies in his eyes, was watching her from very far away, he spoke into the air as if someone was right next to him.
Wisdom why have you blocked his path? A disembodied female voice spoke in response,
If it is truly his path, this will merely slow him down not stop him I mean to correct your Meddling, Fate! Know this all attempts will fail, unless it comes from him. Upon hearing this he knew if he spoke again there would be no answer in reply.
Fate also knew not to go against wisdom, his powers worked far differently than wisdoms, where he could perform untold wonders or catastrophic world changing events, her powers where of a more direct nature, and her foresight was beyond comprehension, so setting her up wouldn't work either.
Well let see if his fate is truly what it should be then. Said the entity called Fate.
Corllion spent ever moment not walking in his tent contemplating his issue with the blade.
When Gorham announced himself, and entered the tent. If I may brother silversword , I have a suggestion. Corllion fixed the paladin with a gaze, and said , please by all means if you have an idea that I have not tried.
The order of the bladesinger paladin's have reached the pinnacle of what one can do on their own and to further improve or enhance their arts we turn to the Devine for inspiration and aid. I say that to say this, faith and prayer might help, or a sacrifice to your blade might just be what is needed, but again this is for you to decide and figure out. That much I have surmised over the last few days of travel. Nothing suggests any outside assistance or intervention will solve this matter.
Fate sat back in his little house in a pocket of hidden space and spoke aloud. I thought you said no meddling? What is this?
Again the voice spoke out of no where. A paladin is wise and holy, the perfect vessel to impart advise not push or a nudge in the right direction. This gives the boy a idea of where to look for the solution to his problems. Said wisdom.
For a few hours after Gorham left Corllion to ponder the advice he had given, Silversword went to bended knee and spoke aloud but softly, to what ever gods that be listening please hear my words , even though my father wished for me to travel a holy path, I never truly wanted that for myself, it not that I don't have faith, far from it I just believe I'm ment for something more than that, but I come to you asking in a time of need. And he path set before me is the one I truly wish to follow yet I can't even begin to travel it the way that I wish, for some reason I can not hear my sword words. Without the understanding hearing it would bring I feel as if I will never truly get it to sing its song. So please to who ever is listening out there accept this sacrifice as my pledge to the blade before me. And together my blade and I, will do great and wondrous things together. Things that one day will save and shape the realms for future generations to come. With his payer said Corllion cut the palm of his sword hand along the edge of his blade and then gripped the hilt until his blood soaked into the leather wrapping.. to his shock and amazement his blood was absorbed into the edge of the blade making a stain on the edge and the same with the leather wrapping, when his release md his grip and set the sword down across his knees he looked to his hand and the wound was completely healed. As he looked back to the blade he swore he could almost hear it speaking to him and a very quiet wisper. It said it only once , it was a female voice, I am oathkeeper, now that we have been introduced properly we can begin to sing together.