Finding the Brothers:
This place appears, to your eyes, to be a maloseoum, but no bodies rest in the forgotten alcoves. The entire area has a feel to it - nothing you can place, but it is undeniably ancient. Despite its age, the stone is not filmed by dust, and no sign of wear can be found on the floor - as if noone had ever set foot in this place.
Light emanates from an unseen source, and you see before you a short hallway, ending in a small circular room. In the center of the room rests an altar, carved of the same rock as the passage and embellished with only a single symbol, the knotted circles that represent Eternity. Upon the altar lies a clearly ancient corpse. Unlike the rest of the room, the age of the corpse is evident not only in it's decomposition, but in the heavy layer of dust and cobwebs upon it. The eyes stare blindly, unbelieving, at the two swords thrust deep into it's chest.
These swords are different. Where the room conveys age, these swords convey deep power. They bespeak many battles, though no blood has stained the blades. The first, a slim and supple rapier, portrudes from the right side of the corpse, it's blade hanging left to cross with the blade of the other sword, a saber with its hardy curved blade portruding from the left side of the corpse. The blades appear to be made of watermark steel, and are to your eyes well-forged and quite sharp. The hilts are made of black wood, fire-hardened, and inlaid with fanciful designs, the inlay silver on the rapier, and gold on the saber.
You cannot see, nor hear, the power of these blades... but you can sense it, where the blades cross. A bond stronger than the tides, more lasting than the ages, connects these swords.
These swords must be drawn at the same time, by two warriors who have some form of connection, at least a simple friendship. They will not exit the corpse otherwise.
AS YOU TAKE UP THE RAPIER: The silver inlay under your hand glitters as the sword draws easily from the corpse. You feel a wonderous joy flowing through you, joy at the thought of being together. You feel as light as a feather, as if you could dance on the clouds themselves, rapier leading the way.
AS YOU TAKE UP THE SABER: The gold inlay under your grip pulses slowly, a steay beat shivering down the length of the saber as it draws from the corpse as easily as through the air. You feel a fantastic feeling of completeness at the thought of the weapons freed and together. Your heart bursts with song, a joyous song reminescent of the wonder of seeing the sky.
As you each stare in wonder at the blades, the front of the alter slides open. Inside lie two dragonsleather sheathes, a rapier sheath inlaid in gold, and a saber sheath with a silver pattern. Inscribed in flowing silver runes on the saber sheath are two words: Sky Singer. Emblazoned in gold on the rapier sheath are two runes as well, representing the two words: Cloud Dancer. The body upon the altar crumples into dust, and fades into nothingness.