Sacre-Noir 
      By Mea Culpa 

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      "Perhaps I Should entertain you (I couldn't keep the smile of my face 
      when I said this)with a story, explaining how I got hold of my lethal 
      Lover, at least it will keep us amused, until Elfiran returns". 

      "Well it went like this" I started,"some 100 years back when I was still 
      a YOUNG one, I was training at the school of Julianos, of which I am now 
      a Patriarch(Matriarch?)and one miserable winter day, I was sent on a 
      quest to a far eastern land, you may have heard of it, in those days it 
      was called Niptondasa, I was to retrieve a article of Holy power, and if 
      my memory serves me correctly, it was a actual Icon of Julianos, which 
      had some finger bones embedded in the frame". 

      "This" I was told " was originally stolen by the thieves guild for pure 
      profit, unfortunately, Father Sylvan, had not been able to track the 
      Item until then". 

      "So, after purchasing a ships fare I was of to Niptondasa, and after a 
      journey of nearly eight months I arrived there,  got some answers from 
      the contact, supplied by the good Father, I was of to the Temple of 
      Takara, who was and I stress was a old God of the niptondasians and long 
      forgotten, and so was the temple, I had never seen anything so lifeless 
      and desolate in my life" 

      "A little hesitation never hurt anyone" so I recollect, " however I 
      entered and found myself promptly in the middle of a ghost reunion or 
      what ever there equivalent is, there were many of them, and I thanked 
      Julianos for my, then. trusty silver blade" 

      "Lady of Faith, must have been with me, cause after I dispatched those 
      poor wretches, the first turn right brought me to a large oval chamber, 
      decorated with banners that had mysterious letters written on them, the 
      strange thing was, that all the letters were written in a vertical 
      alignment", but I digress," at the end of the oval there was a most 
      unusual altar, curlicues and pointed upturned corners all over the 
      thing, BUT...... right smack in the middle of the altar, I could see the 
      Icon, and I carefully made my way towards it, I had the opportunity once 
      to find out about trapdoors and pits, so these days I am twice careful, 
      I look, search and hold my levitate spell handy". 

      "Eventually, I got there and regained the Icon, but Lo and Behold, 
      behind the altar, their I saw the corpse of a long dead err... 
      Niptondasian warrior I guess, his armor was most interesting, it seem to 
      be painted and felt very light and strong, but alas it must have been 
      there a long time, when I tried to put it on it just crumbled into 
      dust". 

      As I said, "Lady of Faith, was with me and I found this most unusual 
      sword," and I slowly got Sacre Noir out of her scabbard and proudly show 
      it to you," you can see, it is not quite as long as a Broadsword and it 
      only has one edge, a slight shimmer of magicka is visible, I was  most 
      interested, so I cast the Identify Item spell, and found out that this 
      is a Katana, at least in Tamrellian, it does chop and hack very nicely 
      though as it appears to have a very sharp edge that never seems to dull, 
      the more important parts are the properties of this weapon, whenever I 
      strike some ugly enemy with it, I seem to heal any wounds that I have at 
      a very rapid rate and it most definitely doesn't like undead, which I 
      think must be a blessing, considering I usually have a hard time 
      chopping up skeletons and the like". 

      "I returned victoriously to Valenwood with the Icon, where father Sylvan 
      was extremely gratified with my deed, so much so that he translated the 
      words "Sacre Noir" for me, it meant Black Blood in a archaic language 
      that was long dead so he said" 

      And that my friends is the story of Sacre Noir, I hope that it 
      entertained you and mayhaps you have learned some what about my past. 

      But back to the present " yes I would be most pleased to join you" I 
      said to both the war mages, " but be warned I do have an Item that 
      absorbs magicka and am luckily impervious to all poisons, what happened 
      to my brother shall not happen to me, THAT lesson I learned well". 

      "I don't have any destructive spells though most are healing and utility 
      spells, as I am sure you know, life to Elves is very precious" 

      "Perchance, you have thought of some scheme to help Elfiran ?" I asked 
      Balefire, while switching my gaze toward Twilight, and arching my brows 
      a bit......