In the shadowy mists of the half-light, in the heart of the Timeless Sands, a sword was forged. The light of its blade shone like the moon on steel towers, its handle was crimson as blood. The sword's powers were unmatched by any weapon on Haddashall, and the sound of it spellforging sent terror to the hearts of the Darkspawned. May the Rider return to wield the blade that cannot be sheathed until Korangad Ithil is fought. May the Rider return on the heart of a hurricane, to conqer our oppressors, and renew this savage world. - Daerin Redbow, last ruler of the Highborn.