Ring walked down the streets of Off-topic's city, contemplating the challenge that Pyre had issued. A sword fit for royalty. He thought about what would be fit for royalty, and he began to think of the nature of royalty itself. What did it mean to be royal? Was it power or nobility and land? He thought he knew the answer, so he kept walking past the city limits and into the wilds. He passed road signs and trees and farms as he ranged. He roamed until he came upon a small town far from the rest of civilization. Here lived many peasants and lowly folk that went often without common goods, but Ring did his best to aid them when he could. He also told them tales of the heros, lords, and rulers of Off-topic, including the Countess Pyre. He walked up to the smithy's house and knocked loudly. After several minutes, a burly man emerged. He was grey headed and his left eye was milky, but he had a kindly look on his face. "Hello, gaffer." "'Ello, laddie. How's the big city?" "Good, though I've been spending less time there lately. The Underdark has called to me, so I must explore it. " "Well, you be careful, eh? Such a place is filled with dangers. Now what did you need?" "I need sword for someone. " "Who's the someone?" "A friend, and someone worthy of it." "Ah, then I'll make it for them. What do you want it to be made of?" "Your strongest material, but I shall help in making this one." "Alright, let's get to work then." The two spent many a day's work at the forge, using the finest steel and melting it into molten. Ring hammered the steel, glowing hot and sparking embers, and the dark and close hut of the smith rang with with sound of metal on metal. Near the end of its forging Ring provided a measure of silver and bronze, which was then put onto the blade. The silver wrapped around the crossguard of the sword and the bronze ran up the middle of the blade. At the end of the forging, a simple spell was put on it by a powerful caster, Holmes, that the sword may always find its way back into the hands of whom it belongs. The wizard Holmes worked long in preparing the enchantment, making sure it was infallible. At last the blade was completed and Ring held it aloft. "I name you Plebian, but you are not weak. No, this sword is strong, and it holds with it the good will of the common folk, of whom it is the privilege of lords and kings to protect and serve. May this blade be a reminder of the innocents, and may it strike down those who would steal that innocence. If it is not the victor of this competition then still it will be a gift, for a ruler can never have too many allies, the good, simple folk of towns the greatest ally of all.