The Sword of Gire

Iskrin drew the Sword of Gire and tested its weight in his hand. The crystal in its hilt shone with the presence of Lemfillian's spirit and her voice was kind, yet metallic and precise in his mind.

"So what are my powers?" she asked him with some excitement.

"I am not sure. I can tell you the powers that Ke'ntor had when he was so imbued."

"OK."

Iskrin extended the blade horizontally outwards from his body. "The first power he had was speed - he could accelerate my reflexes and strikes. He said that for him, time moved more slowly, allowing him greater time to react than me." He walked over to a tree in the glade he had brought them to, the Solemn Promise moored above them in the sky. "For example, if I swing at this tree, you should be able to accelerate the motion." So saying, he swung, but nothing unusual happened.

"Hmmm..." came Lemfillian's voice.

"Yes," Iskrin answered thoughtfully. "Perhaps we need some help."

"Who do you have in mind?"

"I can think of only one person with experience of spirits embodied in objects."