User blog comment:HoundTheDestroyer93/Ask Hound And Samia/@comment-28358106-20161130175813/@comment-25808351-20161130202426

Samia's eyebrow raises slightly, as sit there a tad dumbstruck. The fire in the hearth burns beautifully as the room is awkwardly quiet. Suddenly the fire pops and the wood in the fireplace shifts. In that moment, I regain my composure.

"Ah yes, Cindy! Nice to meet you, I can only think of one sword you could be talking about." I stand from my chair with a smug smile on my face, my right hand cuffing my belt buckle. With a wave of my hand I gesture "Cindy" to follow me. Leading her through the house and out the back door. The back yard is an image out of a fairy tale.

The area is at most fifty yards in length before it connects to the mountain and shoots straight up into the heavens. A hot spring sits on the far left. Straight ahead, planted in the ground, is my greatsword. The blade is five feet long, three inches at it's thickest point and eight inches at the blade's widest point, until it narrows down to the tip.

I yank the massive steel from the earth and present it to "Cindy". It shines a brilliant sheen, made of refined silver and Zahmerian steel. The hilt, handle and pommel, beautifully crafted and shaped out of obsidian. The handle itself wrapped in black leather.

"You like it?" I smile.