A long long time ago.
In the beautiful country of France, there was a swordsmith. The Smith was famous for his swords. So much so that, the Royal army would only accept blades made by him. So he worked day and night making fine swords for the warriors of his beloved country. His profession have him a big house, and beautiful wife. But one day a mischievous Faerie found its way into The Smith's wall. Boring a hole in the wall with its insipid claws, it watched The Smith.
As The Smith worked the Faerie would berate him on his technique, distract him, and cast hexes of bad luck on his various tools. All from his safe Haven in the walls. He eventually fell out of favor with the Royals. No one of course would believe that a Faerie had come to torment him. His house was taken from him, and his wife left him, for the Faerie in human guise no less.
Just as The Smith was falling deep into despair an idea came to him. So he snuck into his smithy once night had fallen, and of course waiting in his usual spot was the Faerie, confident that he'd have his way again. The Smith ignored the Faerie's jibs and jabs and worked around the Hexes, and he forged a very thin blade with a sharp end. With that blade, he thrust into the hole in the wall, and impaled the Faerie through is eye. He wiped off the blade and presented it to the King. It was beautiful useful and easy to carry, the King liked it so much that he restored The Smith's status and had him marry into the Royal Family.
And thus the Raipier was born.
I don't know why I just typed that but I did.
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