Faelwrath

(Pkill) An ancient savrathi blade lies here, humming with power.

Identify

Object 'Faelwrath' is infused with your magic...
It is a level 50 slashing weapon, weight 8.
Locations it can be worn:  wield
Special properties:  pkill loyal magic bless metal
Genres allowed:  sorcerer rogue fighter divinity shaman
Alignments allowed:  good
This weapon has a gold value of 30000.
Damage is 20 to 40 (average 30).
Affects damage roll by 15.
Affects hp by 100.
Affects mana by 100.
Affects strength by 1.
Affects luck by 1.
Affects intelligence by 1.
Affects hit roll by 5.

Information

• Mob: Cervantes
• Area: Pass of the Mourned
• Pop: No
• Manufactured: Yes
• Out of Game: No
• Minimum Level: Unknown
• Maximum Level: Unknown
• Known keywords: faelwrath, blade

Notes

• To Make - give a broken hilt from Mael and a shattered blade from Ezraken to Cervantes.

You give a broken hilt to Cervantes.
Cervantes smiles at you.
Cervantes examines the hilt from various angels with increasing excitement.  His eyes light up as he looks back in your direction.
Cervantes says 'Amazing.  Absolutely amazing.  I though for sure this hilt would never make its way back from the clutches of Mael.'
Cervantes pauses for a moment.
Cervantes wonders 'You don't happen to have the blade, do you?'
Cervantes's eyes gleam with ferocity.

You give a shattered blade to Cervantes.
Cervantes takes the pieces and holds them together, revealing how they once fit to create the ancient Savrathi blade.
Cervantes says 'This weapon slayed many demons in its time, my friend, many demons. A shame that this has become of it.'
Cervantes says 'Perhaps....'
Cervantes kneels, blade and hilt in hand, while reaching into his robes to reveal a vial of an opaque, ivory liquid.  He gently taps a few drops of the liquid onto the blade and 
hilt, and raises them over his head.
Cervantes utters a prayer in an ancient elvish tongue to whatever god still listens.
The blade and hilt shift and contort and begin to emits bright, white light.  The light's intensity increases, momentarily swallowing Cervantes in its fury.
As the light clears, Cervantes raises up, a gleaming silver longsword in hand.
Cervantes says 'It was as I suspected.  The ancient Gods have witnessed your acts of courage in the face of evil and have decided to reward you.'
Cervantes gives you Faelwrath.
Cervantes bows before you.
Cervantes says 'May it serve you well.'