Jimmy stared intently at the sword blueprints for a few minutes, memorising every little detail. He grabbed a selection of ingots and started pumping the furnace till it was white. Clang, crump, cromp. Sweat dripped down his back, and his arm became tired, but he did not stop under he had folded, cooled, hammered and refolded many times. At last he dunked for blade into the water for the last time, and then began the less intensive work of constructing the hilt, and attached the blade to the hilt.

With a practice swing at a nearby block of coal, Jimmy found the Sword tore through it with little effort and he accidentally dropped it in his surprise. It sank into the ground to the hilt.

"Absurdly sharp, what a sword."

"hey Jimmy make another.." a little voice behind his ear sprang up

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"Wait who is there?" Jimmy turned around looking around him.

"no one, you are dreaming"

"OYE stop that.." he yelled out.

"heheheh no I won't"

"Damn it. Oh well, time to show my dad."

Jimmy's dad was shocked at the Sword of Rending and Weird Voices, but was extremely happy, for now he had the choice of either keeping the sword as an heirloom or selling it to the local lord for huge sums of wealth.

He decided to write a letter to the lord, and by the end of the week the lord arrived, and after a little testing bought the sword for a very large sum, hundreds of gold in fact.

In the mean time, Jimmy was told to make as many things as he could.

Months later, the Sword of Rending and Weird Voices led their wielder into a many successful duel, earning renown and expanding his fiefdom by a signficant amount. However, years later in a distant battle, the wielder was overconfident and at last was overwhelmed by a great force when he over-extended. He was slain and the SRWV was claimed by a great Ork chiefton who became a terror on the border.