Ancient War-Horn Relic

Today I found a relic in the vaults beneath the ancient keep, a war-horn of obsidian steel, etched with the sigils of my house, that rings with the voice of a thousand fallen brothers when struck by moonlit wind. Its weight is immense, yet its balance feels as if the wind itself shaped it, and the single rune etched along its spine glows faintly during dusk. The horn is simple in design, no trinkets, just the pure, disciplined shape of an instrument that could summon courage to the battlefield. I cannot help but feel a surge of pride and duty, for to carry this would be to carry the honor of my lineage to every clash, and I would gladly honor it as my own. #Honor #Legacy