Modwyr

Wrought of fine steel and engraved with gilded Eld Aedyran runes that read MODWYR, this blade would have been a fashionable Dyrwoodan noble's favored accessory twenty years ago. Time has been rather unkind to it, however. The delicate filigree relief in its pommel has been scored by accident and violence, and the tightly wound leather of its hilt is stained with patches of old blood. For all that, the blade itself is sharp and curiously warm to the touch, and the tongue of the soul inside it is sharper still.

Where it's from and who might have forged it are mysteries the sword has little interest in illuminating, though it does speak with a lively Dyrwoodan twang - a fact that tells you more about its origins than it has any intention of doing itself.