In a cave located behind a waterfall in an undisclosed location lays an ancient pathway of dripping stone and icy pools.  This cave is deep and occupied by a population of luminous fair folk whom fly and flit about the cave like large fireflies lighting paths as they go.  Past these pools and fairies lays a large natural chamber with a high cathedral-like ceiling.  In the middle of the chamber squats an upraised pedestal of large flat stone elevated above the water and on this pedestal sleeps a sword of immense beauty and power embedded into a boulder; a humming energy fills the room, the glistening blade broad and unflawed along its razored edge, the golden haft curls with engraved intricate patterns and gleams majestically in the dim natural light provided in this natural room.<br/><br/>Excalibur.<br/><br/>It could be no other.  No other weapon, blade or otherwise, could match its majesty, its resplendency.  And no other weapon held such a noble history as Excalibur does.  Why, the name itself even brings forth images of bold and noble kings and of great world-shattering battles.<br/><br/>The air is cool and it's eerily quiet, as if all living creatures that call these caves home are too humbled to call this particular chamber their home, the only sound is the occasional drip of water and the subtle, metallic hum.<br/><br/>Excalibur sleeps, waiting for the right meister to wake him.<br/><br/>He who wakes him and is deemed worthy will become a king amongst kings, a hero among heroes. He will be destined for victory and glory.