Forged from archdemon bone (don't ask how they got it before killing Dumat.)
the blade is pure ebony and sharper than the claws of dumat
I remember when I first saw the blade. I drew near in the mist, and the moon shone blue across the ground. I could barely see the sword, but it whispered dreams of fire and storm.
"I've been looking for you, blade," I said.
"I'm thirsty for the blood of dragons," it murmured.
"Can I wield you?" I asked.
"Noo-oo," the blade laughed, "you're a silly mage, what are you thinking? Send in the Bearded One."
"Nobody wants the blade of sorrows," said Sera. "Sorrows."