Time passed, and to the forge of Kailel, chiefest smiths, came a maiden slight and fair. "Oh smith!" she cried, casting at his feet a purse of gold. "Grant to me a boon, that which will fetch my brother home."
"The price is too great." Kailel thrust out his hand, denying the girl her boon. "Away, your brother is lost."
"Oh smith!" she cried again, casting at his feet the circlet of her rank. "No price too great. Grant to me that which will fetch my brother home."
"The price is too great." Once again, Kailel thrust out his hand. "Away with you."
"Oh smith!" she cried, taking from her belt a little knife, "No price too great!" Her braid she cut, and cast at Kailel's feet, "For love of my brother, I will go. Grant to me that which will fetch him home again."
With heavy heart, Kailel turned himself away, "I will grant what you ask."
A princess went to quest one day, in a gown of gray and green. For the love of family she went, and in her hand a bright blade gleamed. Beyond the borders of her father's land she rode, and none marked her passing.
A sabre light and razor sharp, the Blade of Peace bears simple adornments, a series of lodestone teardrops pointing towards the eight winds rest in the flat of its blade near the simple handguard.
Despite its lethal edge, the Blade of Peace is useless as a weapon. Instead, the songs woven into the steel from which it was forged turn aside all but the most cunning of attacks. When wielded, the Blade of Peace grants a +3 bonus to the wielder's Armor Class.
Additionally, when pursuing the heart's desire the Blade of Peace acts as a compass of sorts. It will always point the truest path, though not necessarily the safest.