an ancient rolaren longblade
Vibrations from the notes of your song cause your vision to waiver, and a battleground of acrid smoke roils before you, dissipating to reveal a scene. Standing dark against a light stone wall, a huge keep towers over an advancing army comprised from the seven Elven houses. In unison, a large gathering of Faendryl raises their hands and summons demons that quickly swarm the massive tower. Then, as they cast one final spell, Maelshyve implodes, disappearing, and leaving a large stygian crater. The keep is no more, and no life stirs from the rubble.
As your song resonates, waning fog swirls initially in your vision, then clears to show what is obviously an intimate moment. Meeting under the canopy of a tall lor tree, a Faendryl ranger gazes at a younger version of himself - father and son. The elder elf's hands hold a longknife and a longblade, which he slowly extends, offering them to the lad. The boy takes both blades without a word, silently watching as the older elf turns and walks away.
Another refrain of your song produces a murky purple cloud charged and winking with tiny sparks. As it clears, you see another close-resembling Faendryl ranger standing inside a wizard's workshop coming into focus. The grandson now watches on as a giantkin man and a half-elven lass stand in the center of a swirling pool of mana, the first holding a pair of twin blades as he quietly chants magical phrases. The essence in the room slowly begins to coalesce and sinks into the weapons.
Attempting once more with your song, you are returned to the scene from your first refrain, obscured again by battleground smoke initially. Fading into view, the young Faendryl ranger from the workshop scene stands in the rubbled courtyard of Shadowguard, toe-to-toe with a Vaalorian commander. They circle each other warily at the start, the Faendryl parrying and blocking each thrust, but never connecting. The elven warrior smirks as she mutters under her breath, her words summoning a host of undead that rush forward. Knowing he cannot win, the Faendryl calls on the power of Voln and disappears.
The longblade vibrates slightly before going still.