Swords have but one purpose. Swords are forged from the fires of war. Haki Leikr, a half-man, half-elf knows all too well the science, the art of hammering a glowing rod of steel into a blade of war. The half-elf knew he was destined for a greater future than toiling away in the soot and smoke of the smithy. A warrior cannot be denied battle. A warrior cannot quench his thirst for blood. A warrior cannot still the beating of his heart when he sees his banner soar in the wind. The drums of war make the ground tremble, and the rivers run red. Swords have but one purpose.