Points of Light
Ancestral sword of Sir Keegan, Lord of Shadowfell Keep
“I am past redemption,” the chilling voice of the dead knight echoed mournfully. “But perhaps I can grant you aid. I cannot leave this crypt, but Aecris can. Perhaps this elegant weapon, unlike me, can be redeemed. I give it to you that you might purge Shadowfell Keep of those who work to open the rift.”
And with those final words the lid of the sarcophagus slid open, revealing the knight’s moldering bones. In it’s lifeless grip was a glittering, jeweled sword, its pommel worked from platinum into the form a majestic dragon’s head.