Enc.: varies	IS: metal, hard	Aura:	XP: 2k	GP: 10k
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Description: Namarra is a long sword
(+2 to hit, +4 to damage) of fine steel
forging. It glows with a pale mauve
radiance when drawn, and it spits
white sparks when striking other
metal. On one side of the blade is etched
in common: Namarra, and on the other
face: Never Sleeps. The bearer may, at
will, evoke the sword’s power to emanate
silence 15’ radius.

Namarra is as heavy as a normal
weapon, but floats on top of any
liquid—fresh water, brine, oil, wine—it
has so far been dropped into. The
sword has no alignment or sentience.

Lore: Namarra appears in many legends
and tall tales, but the term “The
Sword That Never Sleeps” appears to
be derived from the inscription on the
blade, not from any specific property of
the sword. Its origin is unknown;
Namarra appears to have existed for as
long as tales have survived, wielded by
such mythic heroes as Eth and Brensyl
the Tall. Even the most critical of sages
(Kumur the Skeptic, First Speaker of
Evernoster) cannot determine
Namarra’s probable time or place of origin,
or find any references in the tales
of a world to a time “before Namarra
was forged.”

Within the last five hundred years,
Namarra has been the blade of Serrus
the Great, founder of Amn, and a blade
borne there by his descendants for
three generations; the fourth, Ereskas,
bore Namarra north to found the city of
Mirabar.

Ereskas died without issue, and
Namarra was carefully preserved atop
his tomb in the city. There it remained
for sixty years, until Mirabar was overrun
and plundered in the Goblin Wars.
The goblin chieftain Nethaug seized the
sword and bore it back to a ravine that
the goblins, who were subsequently
almost eradicated from the North, still
hold today.

The blade remained in goblin hands
for almost two hundred seasons, until a
goblin named Ghaur was slain by a
band of adventurers—the Company of
the Gryphon. The leader, a warrior
called Flar, gave the blade to Thulmar
One-Eye of Port Llast in exchange for
training some eighty winters ago.

Thulmar bore the blade until his
death in the Cold Winter, whereupon it
passed to the Mistress of Port Llast,
Stormraven the Proud Queen.
Stormraven, who rode and fought at
the head of her men with her jet-black
hair flowing wildly about her, briefly
made Port Llast great. She is fondly
remembered by old warriors, and will
live long in fireside tales. At length she
married a former foe, Parldulph of
Neverwinter, and gave Namarra to her
son Rivenhelm.

Rivenhelm became one of the greatest
knights, and eventually passed the
sword on to Tamper Tencoin, an adventurer.
Tencoin stood over the wounded
knight in battle with the mercenary
Company of the Flaming Fist for most
of a day in a vain attempt to save
Rivenhelm’s life. The tiny band held on
til nightfall, when the mercenaries fell
back and drove in their tracking dogs to
ravage the wounded enemy. Rivenhelm
handed Namarra to Tencoin in the darkness
and said, “This is yours, now.”

Leaving a trail of blood behind him,
Rivenhelm crawled forward to choke
the life out of one dog and died under
the jaws of half a dozen more.
Tencoin lost the blade when he was
poisoned in the Whistling Wizard Inn
four winters ago. The poison made him
mad for days, and when he returned to
sanity, the blade was gone. Elminster,
who saw the blade when Tencoin visited
Shadowdale some years before this
event, believes it was stolen by local
thieves and will soon turn up again.
And when it does, Tamper Tencoin will
come looking for it.