Once not too long ago there was a smithey named Mostov he was widley populer throughout amaranthine. it was said his craft could rivial if not best that of wades. one day on his way to orzammar the kingdom of the dwarfs he was ambushed by a darkspawn raiding party who captured him and forced him into a cell.many escape attempts were made but all failed eventually he was forced to eat the flesh fo the dead darpspawn in time he began to loose his sanity due to the taint by some twisted design he some how retained his smithing skills when the darkspawn found this out they put him to work making him forge arms and armor of terror soon after the darkspawn brought him the sword of a fallen grey warden through ancient methods he melted the sword back into its ore state and reforged it again tainting it with the blood of the fallen archdemon and thus came the fearsome sword known as blightblood. it was said that this sword slew and corrupted over a hundred men in its wake it as also said that when a man gazeses at it he fears it for he knows it is his doom.but what became of mostov the smith who forged blightblood? due to a strange set of events mostov eventually met his unfortunute fate at the hands of the warden commander who frequented the deep roads and by a bizarre twist of ironic fate the fearsome sword blightblood forged by the smith mostov ended up in the hands of the warden commander who eventually made his way to vigils keep. but thats for another story.
(its as good as story for blightblood as any other no? anyways i hope you enjoy my very first fanfic ever)
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