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| from God of War |
1d6+Atk
A small hammer made of dark metal, with the forward face painted with a pair of lips, revealing a few white teeth. The handle is wrapped in dull brown leather. Whenever the wielder is in a dangerous situation, the hammer is slightly moist. In the dark of night, previous wielders have also claimed to hear the hammer humming to itself or grinding it's "teeth".
Once there was a cruel Judge who used his powers to enrich himself. He judged cases unfairly, accepting bribes and deciding cases brought before him on the basis of who brought him the fattest purse. This enabled him to quickly become rich and powerful, as wealthy men brought their disputes to him, along with their coin, confident he would give them the outcome he desired. But the Judge was not satisfied, for though he possessed an opulent house, rich clothing and many cattle, sheep and goats, the nobles he sought to befriend regarded him as unsavory and crass.
He debated why this was and decided it must have to do with his lack of pedigree. Thus, he sought to purchase something that would grant him a degree of legitimacy. So when he heard Barzan, Son of Barcos and his whole clan had died, he went to his house in the hopes of finding his weapon unclaimed. Barzan, Son of Barcos was a skilled and famous warrior and had always carried a crude black hammer with him into battle.
And though he eventually came to be able to afford weapons far finer than that hammer, that first weapon saved him countless times over his life. But unfortunately, when the Judge arrived at Barzan's house, he found that the rumors were false. Barzan's family were in fact slaughtered, but Barzan's youngest daughter, the virgin Nimiya had survived.
Still, this posed no real challenge to the Judge. The Judge spoke to her and pretending to be sympathetic, claimed he wished to purchase her father's hammer from her. After all, a young maid such as herself could not hope to wield it, and a life of violence would not suit her. She agreed with him on this fact. But Nimiya was a clever girl, far smarter than her dainty appearance and youth would suggest. So she said she would sell the hammer, but only if the Judge would pay her a fair price. Otherwise, he would have to pay her five-fold. Furthermore, she ordered him to swear on the Lords of Heaven.
The Judge, arrogant and unafraid of the Gods, agreed and offered to bring an appraiser to the City Gates tomorrow. The next day they met there, but he did not bring an appraiser, but a well-spoken servant disguised in rich robes. The Judge's servant inspected the hammer and named a respectable sum, but nothing like what the hammer would truly be worth. The Judge was confident Nimiya would not want others to know she was selling her father's prized possession and bring shame upon herself, so he figured she would accept the low price. But when the servant lied, the words of his falsehood reached the ears of Heaven.
Namel, God of Deals and Merchants, heard what was happening below and grew outraged at what happened. So he stretched out his hand and touched Barzan's Hammer. And at his touch, the hammer came to life and declared with a loud voice, "This man is a liar! I am worth ten times what he just offered!" The elders who had gathered at the City Gates to judge and oversee the business of the days were amazed at this, declaring it a sure sign of Heaven's Will.
But then the hammer spoke again, declaring that the Judge promised to pay 5 times what he offered if he attempted to cheat Nimiya. The elders interrogated the Judge on this, and overcome with terror, he said that it was true. So as punishment for breaking his oath to Heaven, as well as for the other injustices he had inflicted, he would pay Nimiya not only fives times what he promised, but fives times the true price, an absolutely ruinous sum. Then, to ensure he could not retaliate against him, the stripped him of his office, as they declared that no one could trust a Judge to be fair if he broke his oath to Heaven.
Thus was the former Judge expelled from the city with little more than a pair of coins in his pocket and his spare cloak, while Nimiya received his beautiful home, many servants and enormous flocks. Nimiya tried to refuse this gift, as the Judge's wealth had come from theft and bribery, but the elders insisted. So she accepted the Judge's possessions as payment. What she did with them wasn't what you would expect, but that is a story for another day.
Abilities:
- Licker can manifest a tongue that can, upon tasting a dish or liquid, identify if there are any poisons or potentially harmful substances in it.
- If Licker licks someone's skin within 1 minute of them telling a lie, it can determine whether or not they are lying. It can't tell you what the lie is specifically, but it can tell you if a lie has been told. Liars taste different.
- As an action, it can shoot out the tongue up to 20' and grab objects or grapple creatures. The tongue is strong as a bullwhip and has 1 HD. If cut off, it will regrow in 1d6 days.
Licker is still in the hands of Nimiya's descendants, who lend it to those who they judge to be heroic on the condition that they only use it to pursue justice and destroy evil. Those who attempt to cheat them invariably meet with ironic fates, which may or may not be the work of Licker. There is also a prophecy that at a coming hour of great need, Licker will speak again once more, to ensure the Will of Heaven is done, as since that day, the hammer has never spoken.
Alchemist's Aid / Radak's Folly:
1d6+Atk
A hammer of steel, with chunks of clear crystal set into the hilt. Arcane symbols spiral across the sides of it's head. When it strikes metal, it produces a faint, musical chime. Ancient, forged with techniques long lost to history. Exquisitely crafted and obviously the work of a master craftsman.
After the Earthly Paradise was shattered by the Dragon-Mother's rampage and the world was left in ruins, the Gods of Law set to rebuilding the world. But while they labored, the resurrected mortals of the world had to survive a world in wild flux, one where other powers could interfere with the work of the Gods. Before the land was restored, it was almost usurped by a conglomeration of monsters collectively referred to as "The Unthinking" or the "Thought-Drinkers". These creatures were intelligent and powerful, gifted with innate abilities that left mortals powerless before them.
But the Gods did not abandon us in our fallen state. For among us arose a man named Abimelech, one who would first be called "The Wise". Abimelech was the greatest sorcerer to ever live, possessing unimaginable power. He wove spells that tore apart mountains with a thought and boiled lakes with a whisper. He was the first to rediscover sorcery after the Great Deluge and the first to command the awesome might of the 99 Words of Power. He, along with other heroes of that age, crushed the Unthinking and banished them back to the primordial sludge from which they slithered.
Then Abimelech set about establishing a new order to spread his teachings before he died. He entrusted a portion of his teaching and power to his three sons, Radak, Garlug and Zuul, dividing it evenly among them. To Radak he entrusted command of Stone, Metal and Constructed Things; To Garlug, he entrusted command of Water, Oil, Green Plants and Living Creatures; and to Zuul, he entrusted command of Fire, Light, Words and Knowledge. These three Sons eventually founded the three primary schools of magic- Artifice, Alchemy and Incantations.
But though they kept their peace while he lived, once Great Abimelech passed, they immediately set to squabbling. Each professed their way to be superior and insisted that they would take up the mantle of their fallen Father. In the end, peace was never an option.
Radak struck first. He was the smartest of his brothers, his mind an incomprehensible machine of lightning calculations and dazzling deductions. He lured his brother Garlug to his fortress on a pretense and then struck when Garlug's back was turned. But if Radak had one weakness, it was the living. He could not convince himself that other people were truly intelligent and thus, capable of free action. He thought that all were ultimately predictable. And as he knew that his brother specialized in Alchemy, he had redesigned the protections on his fortress so that any attempt to transmute him or his creations would reflect the attack back.
What Radak hadn't considered was the fact that Garlug was not a thinker like him, or a socialite like Zuul. He was an adventurer, an explorer, a traveler. He solved problems not with his mind or his powers, but usually favored more blunt solutions. So when his brother wheeled on him in a rage and attacked him with a workman's hammer Radak had left carelessly lying around, he was too surprised to properly defend himself. This is why for centuries after, when asked by his students what the greatest weakness of a Wizard, Great Zuul did not bring spirit shackles or bindings, but simply said "Hammers".
Abilities:
- When Radak's Folly comes into contact with an item constructed primarily of one of the Ten Essences, it can transmute it randomly into one of the others. Living creatures affected by this can save to resist this ability. To determine the result, roll on the table below.
- 3/Day, the wielder can choose what he transmutes his target object into from the table below.
The Ten Essences:
1d10
1- Air.
2- Water.
3- Smoke.
4- Fire.
5- Wood.
6- Blood.
7- Oil.
8- Metal.
9- Stone.
10- Flesh.
Radak's Folly is currently lost in the laboratory of a mad alchemist who was researching the Elixir of Eternal Youth. He never finished it before his experiments got to him, damn bio-alchemy, but his apprentice insists that if he could just retrieve his master's notes, he could make the Elixir. All you have to do is escort him to the lab and protect him for long enough to disable the magical booby-traps and then you'll all be rich as kings.
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| by Judash 137 |
A Gentleman's Magnaminity / Gentleman's Mallet:
1d6+Atk
A wooden hammer, varnished and carved with exquisite care. The handle is wrapped in a light, delicate cloth that feels almost insubstantial, yet is never dirtied or damaged. Three small gems are set into the handle, a flawless topaz stone, a glittering sapphire and a blazing ruby. Three lines of the matching colors wrap around the wooden head of the hammer. The hammer is also extraordinarily resistant to damage, resisting any attempt to harm or break it.
The Emperor of Magnaminous Judgement was a kind and wise Emperor who ruled the Empire during the first Long Peace, a period of fourty years where the Empire was relatively stable, with not a single rebellion or revolt recorded. This allowed His Imperium to focus on building projects, social welfare and economic reforms, a task he was eminently suited for. But if he had one flaw, it was arrogance. He failed to properly honor the Goddess Lady Tezika at one of her festivals, ignoring her priests and directives. He did not even lay with the Emissary of Flesh, the Priestess who was her proxy on Earth.
For this, her anger was raised against them. But Lady Tezika was not content to merely destroy the Emperor, so she instead consulted her servants and found that he was a great lover of the game Garbald. Garbald is a game that involves striking three balls with wooden hammers, trying to hit your balls into position to score the most points, while knocking away an opponent's balls. His Imperium happened to be truly excellent at this game, defeating all challengers.
So she cursed him with even greater skill in the game, making it impossible for any to best him in the game. Soon His Imperium did not win most of the time, but all of the time. All praised him for his excellent playing, and at first, His Imperium relished this praise. But as it wore on, he came to despise the cheers. He started to play sloppily, deliberately make mistakes, to barely try, in a vain effort to challenge himself. But it was all in vain. No matter how badly he played, he won easily.
So desperate was he to enjoy the game he loved so much once more he made a proclamation that should any defeat him in a game of Garbald, he would grant them anything within his power. And so challengers came from all over the Empire, but none could best him, causing His Imperium to sinke even deeper into despair. Finally, one night, an old woman with a persistent cough came to the Emperor's palace. She declared that she might test her experience and wit against his youth and talent. The Emperor knew he would be victorious, but accepted anyway.
And so the game began. The Emperor's first shot was barely aimed and sloppy, yet seemingly by sheer luck, it looked like it might score him an early lead. But then, before he could get the best possible score, the damp grass of the field caused his ball to slip off to the side and instead fail to earn any points. The Emperor was struck dumb by the sight. His courtiers immediately accused the old woman of cheating, but the Emperor bade them stand down. Even he could make a mistake, surely.
The game continued and for a brief moment, it was tied. Then the Emperor realized if he could knock all of his opponent's balls out of the scoring zone. But when he attempted the shot, the sun came out from behind the clouds and dazzled him, causing him to miss entirely. His courtiers raged at this- they did not believe in coincidences, nor in the idea that their Emperor could lose Garibald. But the Emperor silenced them, as he was enjoying himself too much.
Finally, the game entered it's final stretch. The Emperor and the old woman were tied and she made her last shot, giving herself a tiny lead. If the Emperor could make anything close to a good shot, he could win. The Emperor stretched and using every ounce of intellect he had, calculated the perfect shot. But just before he made the shot, a servant dropped a taper that he was using to light a lamp, causing it to fall and set the Emperor's robes alight. The Emperor thus missed and the old woman won the game.
The courtiers went into a frenzy at this; the old woman must be cheating and that servant had attempted to kill His Imperium. But the Emperor stood firm and ordered them to release him and the servant. He fell on his knees before the woman and declared that the Heavens favored her, she was truly the greatest Garibald player in all the world. So he asked her what she desired.
Then, before the eyes of all his courtiers, the old woman disrobed and shed her disguise, revealing herself as Lady Tezika, Goddess of Civic Spirit, Parties, Alcohol, Families and Abundance. She then demanded her conjugal rights honored, right there and now. So the Emperor shed his clothing and took her on the damp grass of her garden. They spent an entire day and night together, leaving the Emperor on the verge of death and Lady Tezika satisfied. She then removed the curse on the Emperor and departed.
And from that day on, it was said that all who had dared to gaze upon the Emperor and Tezika's coupling forever renounced congress and embraced celibacy, for they knew that no matter what they did, it would never equal the sublime beauty and celestial eroticism they witnessed that day. It is also said that the Emperor lost all appetite for any form of intercourse on that day, as all others paled before Lady Tezika. To repay the fact that she ruined his, she left him with a hammer that still worked.
Abilities:
- 3/Day, this hammer can conjure and fire a sphere of glasslike material. The range of these spheres is 20*[STR modifier]' of the wielder. The wielder can conjure three spheres of one type, one of each or any other combination, but can only conjure 3 per day.
- Red spheres are full of fire. They are warm and glow as bright as candles. When they strike a hard surface, they shatter and spew flames in a 20' radius circle. These flames do 2d6 damage, save for half, and light creatures on fire on a failed save. These creatures take 1d6 damage a round until they take an action to extinguish the flames. The spheres also ignite flammable items and if not given any normal fuel, burn for 10 minutes unaided.
- Blue spheres are full of water. The water can be any type of water the wielder wishes, from cold to warm, potable to salt or brackish. When they strike a hard surface, the spheres shatter and spray water everywhere in a 10' diameter circle. This is sufficient to extinguish any non-magical fire smaller than a bonfire. Creatures struck by this water must save or be blinded, as water gets in their eyes. This blindness automatically goes away on their next turn.
- Yellow spheres are full of light. They glow like torches for 1 hour before fading and disappearing. If they strike a hard surface, they explode in a shower of light, doing 2d6 radiant damage, save for half. Creatures who fail their save against this damage are also blinded for 1 minute, or until they pass a CON save. Undead are not blinded on a failed save, but must immediately make a morale check upon taking damage from this weapon.
The Gentleman's Mallet was held by the Emperor of the Orzanian Empire, but it was lost during the 87 year war and never recovered. Most believe it was lost in the Sack of AuMar. In reality, it was stolen by a courtier who eventually sold it, out of fear of being executed. It is currently in the hands of an amateur player who spends his days drinking and partying and his nights demolishing the nobles of his city in games of Garbald. They are planning on hiring adventurers to find out how he's cheating.
Gambler's Insult / Fortune's Retort:
1d6+Atk
An ancient carpenter's hammer of aged black oak, old and worn, every imperfection smoothed down by decades of use. Yet despite it's obvious age fact, shows no signs of damage. The only ornamentation in seems to be a needle of gold inserted into the bottom of the handle and capped with a tight-fitting cap of wood. This is easy to overlook, unless you're carefully studying the hammer. Always faintly warm. When you enter battle wielding this hammer, you feel the sound of dice clattering in your head.
Lucky Lucia is considered the luckiest woman to ever live. And how did she achieve this remarkable feat? Well, there are many stories, but one goes like this. The Goddess Fortuna was known to travel in disguise along the road to visit her sisters, Sophia and Fate by traveling along the North Road. The Goddess was known to travel in disguise and to those who aided her on her journey, she blessed them with good fortune. Those who attempted to harm her suffered greatly, finding themselves cursed with the worst of luck. Ever been devoured by a lion in the middle of a bathhouse? Rumors says that happened to the man who took Fortuna's coin purse at dagger-point. But that was his fault, and it was just bad luck that a Nobleman's menagarie was being transported through the town on that day.
But back to Lucky Lucia. She was a gambler, known then as Unlucky Lucia, because while a good gambler, she never knew when to stop. So she would win and win, but just when a sensible person would cut her losses, she'd go all-in on a risky bet and end up with nothing. And that was on a good night. The truth was that Lucia owed a lot of dangerous people a lot of money. Specifically, she owed Glinda Goldfang 12 gold sovereigns.
And since she knew what Goldfang did to those who didn't pay up, she was desperate. So when she learned about Fortuna's journey, she decided to go to that road. She figured that if she could help Fortuna, she could win enough to pay off her debt and not end up drowned in the river with a stone chained to her neck.
So Lucia went to the road and waited. The first traveler she met was a shepherdess, who was looking for a lost lamb. Lucia helped her search for it and eventually they found the poor beast trapped in thicket. Lucia ended up shredding her cloak, but she managed to rescue the lamb. But the shepherdess was not Fortuna. Next she encountered an old woman who was trying to fish a pear out of a tree, but it was too high for her to reach. Lucia retrieved the pear, but in the process tore her best dress, as one doesn't dress shabbily when going to meet a God.
Finally, as the day grew long, she encountered a lost girl, who was crying in the dark. Lucia asked the girl what was wrong and the girl said that she had stolen her Mother's ring to wear, but she had lost it. Now the girl was sure to be punished. Lucia, confident this must be what she was looking for, gave the girl her most prized possession, a bracelet of gold and ivory, worth more than some horses. It was the one treasure she had never sold or pawned. She told the girl to tell her Mother that she traded the ring for the bracelet.
After all that, Lucia fell asleep under a tree, hopeful that she had helped Fortuna. But when she was woken in the night, it was not a Goddess, but Goldfang who stood over her. Goldfang asked her where her money was and Lucia replied she didn't have it yet, but she could get it, she just needed time. Glinda Goldfang just laughed and told her servants to grab her and take her to the river. They laid hands on her, but before they could take her away, the shepherdess emerged from the brush and drove them off with her staff. Despite being badly outnumbered, she was able to defeat men much larger and stronger than her.
Glinda couldn't believe it and yelled at her men, telling them, "She's just a girl with a stick!" This chastened them and they drew their blades. Then the old woman appeared and with a wave of a willow switch, transformed their weapons into stalks of wheat. And when Goldfang drew her own sword to attack, the child from earlier appeared. "You've been lucky for too long, Goldfang," the girl intoned. Then before the eyes of all, she withdrew a gleaming sickle and pulling on a loose thread from her dress, sliced it off. At with that, Glinda Goldfang fell dead. Her men fled in terror and the Sisters turned to face Lucia.
"This is the last time we will intervene to help you," the Shepherdess said. "You will have to make your own way from now on," the old woman said. "When we again meet," the child said, her eyes white as milk, "That will be the last time." Lucia fell down before the Goddesses and worshiped them, but in her heart, she felt fear. She knew that the Goddesses spoke the truth, and that their intervention would not come again. So she turned to Fortuna, disguised as the shepherdess and begged her to return her necklace, currently hanging around the Goddess' throat. Fortuna refused, as she had already more than paid for it. Lucia took her hand and kissed it, then pressed her lips to Fortuna's feet and pleaded. But the Goddess refused. Then, in a puff of wind, they vanished.
And since that day, Unlucky Lucia could not lose. She rarely lost at cards and never at dice, even for the worst of odds. She diced with death countless times and won. People claimed it was because she stole the Ring of Fortune right off the Goddess' hand, but even without her rings, her luck was never affected. Even when she clashed with the Demon Prince Zabal the Trice-Slain, stripped of jewels and clothing alike, armed only with her trusty hammer, she still triumphed, if only by sheer luck. After all, how was she supposed to know that her missed blow would have triggered the magical explosives buried at the site of their clash by ancient Sorcerer-Kings but had failed to go off until then?
Abilities:
- Whenever you make an attack and successfully hit your target with this hammer, you may roll on the table below.
- 3/Day, you may reroll your roll on the table below. You must take whatever result you roll.
Gambler's Insult table:
1d12
1- Target regains 2d6 HP.
2- Target regains 1d6 HP.
3- Target may immediately make a counter-attack against any creature that attacked it this round.
4- Target gains +1 to Defense rolls for the rest of the battle.
5- Target gains resistance to one type of Elemental damage for the rest of the battle 1d8 (1= Fire; 2= Ice; 3= Lightning; 4= Acid; 5= Poison; 6= Psychic; 7= Radiant; 8= Necrotic.)
6- The wielder goes last in the intiative order (if you use group intiative, they go last on their side).
7- The wielder gets +1 to Defense rolls for the rest of the battle.
8- The target gains vulnerability to one type of Elemental damage for the rest of the battle. See table under "X".
9- The wielder gains advantage on his next Atk roll.
10- The wielder does +1d6 damage on a hit.
11- The wielder does +2d6 damage on a hit.
12- The wielder may make one additional attack this round as a free action.
Gambler's Insult is lost, no one knows where it is. But if you need a little luck, you might just find it in your pack when you most need it.
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| artist unknown |
Life's Last Chime:
1d8+Atk+STR
A hammer of burnished steel, with holes shot through the metal handle. When you swing it, it creates a faint musical sound. When the head strikes a hard surface, it makes a strangled ringing sound. The sides of the head are covered in an etching depicting a maiden fleeing from a skeleton perched atop a bone-white steed.
The poet and musician Safio was known to have the most beautiful voice and most artful mind ever gifted to mortals. It is said that when he practiced, the birds would cease to sing out of respect for him and ponds would become smooth as glass, to not miss a moment of his songs. And this talent of his brought Safio many admirers and great wealth, as rich men and Kings quarreled over who would have the honor of hiring Safio to perform for them. This even led to his marriage to the most beautiful woman in his home city, Fair Isi.
But though he was rich and talented, Safio was still mortal and strung to the harp of fate. So when his wife perished while trying to birth her second son, tragedy struck and she died, along with her son. Upon hearing this, Safio wept and raged at the unfairness of the world. His screams aroused pity in all who heard them, including those who should not have heard. That night, a stranger in black greeted Safio and offered him a deal. The stranger gave Safio a bell and told him that the bell had the power to resurrect a person who had died, restoring them to life. But it had a terrible cost- should the bell ring again, the person who was raised would immediately die again.
Safio seized the bell at once and immediately rung it. And true to the stranger's word, his wife Isi was raised. She was confused at first, glancing around in shock. But Safio embraced her and told her all was well. And so they continued to live together as husband and wife, but to their dismay, Isi's womb did not quicken again. And though Safio was saddened by this fact, he was not hurt like Isi was. Isi fell into a deep sadness which would not leave her- even her husband's songs could only comfort her for a moment.
Finally, one day, Safio got drunk and demanded to know why Isi was so sad. She yelled at him, telling him she missed their son, Safrack. She wept then, pouring out her tears and rage, screaming at him to tell her how she was alive and he was not. Safio had kept the bell a secret from her since that point, but in his drunken state, he thought nothing of it and told her. She laughed now, realizing she could use the bell to raise her son Safrack. She ran to the room where Safio had concealed the bell and before he could stop her, Isi rang the ball. And as it chimed, Isi fell dead. For in his confusion, Safio had failed to mention the second part of the bell's power.
Safio began to weep again and tried to use the bell again, but the stranger suddenly reappeared and took it from him. He begged the stranger to allow him to use it again. But the stranger only laughed, disappearing in a flash of black.
It was said that years later, when Safio opened his wrists with a dagger, he saw the stranger again, and heard that same, dreadful ringing.
Abilities:
- 3/Day, when you strike a creature with Life's Last Chime, you can note down the number of your naked d20. For example, if your Atk roll was 1d20(10)+1d8(4)+Atk bonus(+1) = 15, then your naked d20 roll is "10". Until the end of the battle, if any creature attacks that creature and hits and rolls the marked number on his d20, the creature affected by Life's Last Chime takes triple damage. To calculate, roll your damage dice three times, but only add modifiers once.
An elegant warhammer was found next to Safio's corpse, it is said, but the whereabouts of that hammer are unknown (if it even exists). In unrelated news, a local lawman has declared himself the new rightful King and is leading a rebellion against the Crown. No one knows much about him, but is said that when he enters battle, you can hear bells ringing. This is said to either be wedding bells ringing, as the Land awaits her true Lord and Master, or the chimes of Heaven welcoming the righteous home.
Pounding Surf:
1d8+Atk+STR
Laza of Frozen Bloodfall was a famous warrior woman who was as well known for her debauchery as she was for her impeccable skills at war. She was said to be stronger than men twice her size, and Laza was a big woman. She could outfight ten men, outdrink twenty and is said to have regularly thrown parties where she would have relations with up to thirty men at once, including their slaves and occasionally their mounts. Her favorite past-time other than killing was accumulating lovers, which she did with remarkable deft. It is said that she had a lover of every race on the Earth, a claim that even her most ardent fans found hard to dispute.
One of those lovers happened by the Mermaid Prince Olkar Vixolos, a terror of the sea-lanes and ruler of a vast underwater kingdom. Laza claimed to be a servant of one of the nearby kingdom of Freiza and seduced him, allegedly for the purpose of securing an alliance. When Mermaid envoys visited the capital of Freiza, they were ignored and mocked. This started another war with the Mermaids, but Freiza was well used to such things. Laza herself had long left, unaware of the doom quickening in her womb.
Latsar was born a little less than a year later, just another of Laza's often neglected bastard children. Though her soul was far stronger than Vixolos', the boy still retained some of his father's essence, and longed for the sea, without knowing why. So when the boy had a fight with his then stepfather over something history has not recorded, he ran away to become a sailor. He proved to have a natural knack for sailing and enjoyed a rapid rise from cabin boy to bosun's mate. And perhaps that's all he would have been but a skilled sailor and navigator if he wasn't swept overboard in a three-day gale.
Latsar was thought drowned, but his father's blood saved him once again. He sank beneath the sea but he did not die, as he realized he could breathe underwater. This led to him attempting to find his way back to shore, only to be happened upon by a patrol of Mermaids. They captured him and brought him back to their city, convinced he was some kind of spy. But when he was brought before his now-aged Father, Olkar recognized him immediately as blood of his blood. The two embraced and Olkar claimed the boy, naming him Oraga, which means "Prince of the Land". But even his wise father had no clue about how right he would be.
In the years to come, the sea-lanes around Freiza became more and more dangerous. Those who swore oaths of allegiance to the Mermaids were permitted to trade freely, as long as they did not give aid or succor to the enemies of the Undersea Folk. Freiza herself was cut off except by land, her island holdings snatched away by mysterious armies that appeared out of nowhere.
Spies and informants reported that the Mermaids had land-folk working for them and were led by a Halfbreed general who could swam faster than a charging horse and could leap from the sea to a ship's rigging in a single bound. These reports were written off as propaganda or wild tales and the loss of the islands was attributed to lack of resistance or local lords selling themselves in exchange for their lives and positions.
It's unknown who was more shocked when an army of land-folk mercenaries backed by Mermaid shamans poured out of the river leading from Freiza to the sea and assaulted the palace itself, but most say it was Laza herself, who was supposedly visiting the city for unrelated business at the time. However, considering how badly the land-folk lost that battle, most contemporary historians seem to think she was not in fact there, as there were no reports of anything she did during the battle. Also, if she had been there, they probably would have won. Probably.
EGO Weapon:
- Pounding Surge will only allow itself to be carried by someone who has a bad relationship with his mother.
- Or someone who has a strong relationship with Mermaids, whether through being related to them by blood, marriage or some other form of entanglement.
- If not carried by such a person, the weapon will, if taken over a body of water, become heavier and heavier until it is dropped or breaks through the bottom of the ship and falls into the depths, where it will be lost.
Abilities:
- 3/Day, can launch the user 50' horizontally or vertically.
- 2/Day, the wielder can unleash a shockwave of water by striking the hammer on a surface. This wave of water forces all creatures within 20' to succeed on a Save or be pushed 20' back. Those creatures that fail their saves are also knocked prone.
- 1/Day, can grant the wielder wings of water which give him a swimming speed of 60' and also allow him to levitate up to 10' above a body of water. These wings last for 1 minute or until dispelled.
Pounding Surge was carried by a mercenary who aided the Mermaids, until he broke his contract for a better deal. Shortly thereafter he drowned after his boat sank when crossing the harbor. His corpse and hammer are still down there, allegedly, and there are those who will pay for it back. Unfortunately, spies working for the Mermaids reported the same, and now they are coming to get the property of Oraga's heirs back.
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| by Cosmin Alexandru Radu |
War God's Goblet:
1d8+Atk+STR
Takiz, Son of No One, was said to be an unlucky fellow, as he had been rejected by both his parents when he was born, and grew up in the grasp of poverty and desolation. Yet Takiz was not deterred by his circumstances, but rose to become a famous hero and eventually, the savior of his people. Here is one of his stories:
The King of Gazul died without leaving an heir, an event that plunged the whole kingdom into chaos and uncertainty. Thus, people were relieved when Raz the Red-Handed took over the city, vowing to rule until the Gods sent them another King. But the people's hope swiftly turned to dismay as Raz revealed himself to be a cruel and rapacious individual, who cared only for his own desires. So his rule crushed the people under a rod far heavier than their previous King, with none of his justice. And so the city grew more and more tense, until it seethed on the edge of revolt. But though Raz the Red-Handed was cruel, he was far from foolish.
So he declared the rule of Challenge: if you came and declared what you wished to do, you could challenge Raz for the throne of the city. If you won, he would grant the throne to that person. And though many suspected this to be a trap, that didn't stop the city from coming out to see who would challenge Raz.
The first of Raz's challengers was a man named Harzar the Mighty, who was so strong he could split boulders with a single swing of his sword. He challenged Raz to a duel to the death. Raz agreed to the duel, but asked that they switch swords, as Raz did not consider himself as good a fighter. Harzar agreed to this, and swapped blades with Raz. The duel began and Raz held his own, but swiftly began to lose. He fell to the ground, but just as he did, Harzar hesitated, allowing Raz to slay him, narrowly winning the challenge.
The next of Raz's challengers was a young woman named Yuli. Yuli was said to be unmatched at stones, a game of skill, strategy and intellect. She was said to have never lost a game. So Raz agreed, on the condition that he be allowed to drink and burn incense to his God. Yuli trusted the Gods, so she agreed to this. Surely the Gods would not aid her enemy, a wicked soul such as he. And so, they began to play. Yuli easily took the upper hand at first, but as she played, she grew worse and worse, until she began making illogical or illegal moves. The judges were forced to penalize her and eventually disqualify her.
And while his supporters declared that Raz was clearly favored by the Gods, Takiz watched calmly from the sidelines. He investigated and after speaking with a Sage, he used a ritual to summon the soul of Harzar the Mighty from beyond the grave. Harzar's shade revealed that he died by the sword, but poison had been placed on the handle of Raz's sword, poison that dissolved when Harzar sweated and went through his skin. He then went and spoke to Yuli and found out she was perfectly sensible. When he brought up the idea of poison, she said that there was likely some sort of drunk in the incense, as she felt her mind becoming clouded the more she played. So knowing this, Takiz concocted a plan.
He went to the Monks of the Tenebrous Order and after defeating their grandmaster in a game of chance, Takiz inquired after their secrets and asked them if they knew any method of converting sin into solid form. The Grandmaster said he did, and he would teach it to Takiz, if he never shared it with anyone. Takiz swore on Heaven and Earth that he would not, and so the Grandmaster taught it to him. Using the secrets he had learned, Takiz forged two crystal cups.
When he next returned to Gazul, he found the city in an even worse state than he had left it. So he challenged Raz and proposed a drinking contest. Whoever could drink the most would be the winner. They would use his crystal cups and Raz would provide the wine. Raz agreed and so the contest began. However, at the beginning of the contest, Takiz demanded the right to choose which cup he would use. Raz asked him which one he wanted and Takiz gestured to one. Raz then snatched up that one and told Takiz that since the cups looked the same, it shouldn't matter, right?
Takiz reluctantly agreed and so the wine was poured. But when Raz drank his cup dry, he found to his surprise, it was still full. So he drank again. But his cup was still full. Meanwhile, Takiz was already on his third cup. Takiz joked that the wine Raz had provided was so terrible even he couldn't drink it. Raz was enraged and tried to empty his cup again, but no matter how much he drank, he found his cup still brimming with liquid. Takiz was no far ahead of him and seemed barely affected, while Raz felt a pain in his belly. He gulped frantically, but his cup never emptied. Worse, the more he drank, the sharper the pain felt.
Finally, nearly overcome with agony, Raz accused Takiz of cheating. Takiz replied that technically, he had not. He explained that what Raz was attempting to drink was not wine, but his own sins. And as wicked as he was, his body would burst long before he consumed even a few drops of the ocean of wickedness he had produced. Raz denied that explanation and declared that he had been poisoned, and the challenge was invalid. He then attacked Takiz with his sword. But Takiz simply stepped aside, and blinded by pain, Raz impaled himself on his sword. He could have survived this would however, if a hand had not reached out of his wound and seized the blade.
"Finally, just what I've been looking for," a voice declared from within Raz. The hand pulled the blade inside the tyrant and carved him open, slaying him instantly. The hand turned out to belong to Zarzar the Bloody Fist, a terrible demon which had been hiding inside Raz. The demon then escaped, flying into the night. Takiz would eventually confront that demon, but that is a story for another day.
When they saw this, the people rejoiced and immediately moved to declare Takiz their new King. He denied them, claiming that instead they should select a new monarch through the use of his goblets. Whoever had the least sin would become the new King. And that was how Blind Youga, an ancient beggar who lay on the temple steps ended up becoming the new King of Gazul. And by all accounts, he was an excellent King.
Abilities:
- Every time you slay an enemy with War God's Goblet, you gain X Bloody Slivers, which float in the air around you. X equals the slain creature's HD.
- You gain +1 to your Defense roll per Bloody Sliver floating around you, to a maximum of +8.
- As an action on your turn, you can direct any number of your Bloody Slivers to attack a creature. This requires an attack roll, and is made like a normal ranged weapon attack. Bloody Slivers used to make an attack are used up, whether or not they hit.
- 1 Bloody Sliver does 1d6 damage, 2 do 1d6+1, 3 do 1d6+2, 4 do 2d6 damage, 5 do 2d6+1 damage and so on.
- All Bloody Slivers last for 1 minute or until used up.
The crystal cups that Takiz, Son of No One, were used to select the monarch of Gazul for many centuries until they were melted down and forged into a hammer by one of their would-be warrior kings, who then rode off on campaign and got himself slaughtered. The weapon has since then migrated from soldier to soldier, taken from the dead. It is currently being used by a mercenary whose company has been hired to hunt down an extremely well organized band of brigands, who might just be secretly part of that same mercenary company.
The Grave Despoiler / The Bane of All Flesh:
1d8+Atk+STR
A huge, scratched and battered warhammer. Seems to ooze an aura of malice- being near the hammer makes anyone but the wielder uncomfortable, in the same way most people would be uncomfortable if they had a cobra coiled on their chest. Despite any superficial damage it might have suffered, it is still utterly functional and surprisingly light. When lifted, the wielder will find it fits them extremely well and is very easy to use, despite it's bulk.
The King of Nazuka had a dilemma. His wife had just given him twin sons, but something had gone wrong. Usually when two boys are born to the royal line, the one intended to rule the Kingdom has his forehead marked with the Royal Star, a special birthmark unique to the royal line. But this time, both of his sons had it. Distressed, he consulted his Magi and Sages, asking them what he must do. The Magicians and Priests conversed and eventually came to the decision that either could rule, but one must be denied. The Gods had clearly put the decision in the hands of mortals. So the King had one of his priests cut his son's forehead, removing his birthmark. He then entrusted the boy to the High Priest to raise as his own, so to avoid succession wars in the future.
And so the boys grew, becoming the best of friends, though they knew not their parentage. But as they grew, the Priest's Son resented his brother, especially when the Prince was betrothed to a beautiful princess whom they had both loved as children. The princess had been their companion when she was younger, and had now blossomed into a beautiful and regal lady. The Priest's Son hoped that their union would not go forward, but it looked like it was going to. Then one dark night, Unta the Imp appeared in the boy's room. Though at first frightened, Unta said he could not harm the boy. Instead, Unta had come to help. Unta revealed that the boy was not the son of the High Priest, but a Prince in his own right. He had been deprived of his birthright by the arbitrary actions of his father.
Enraged, the boy swore that he would have his revenge. And when he did so, Unta offered to help. He would give the boy the ability to take his brother's face and steal his memories, allowing him to take his brother's place and live his life. Unta would allow him to do so for seven years. The boy had until then to reveal the truth to the princess and any children that he had with her. If he did not, their bargain would end. The boy agreed in a heart-beat, enraged by what he had been denied.
So Unta helped the boy ambush and slay his brother and cut off his face. The boy wore his brother's face like a mask and to all who saw him, he WAS his brother. And so he was married to the princess and they lived happily together for years. But for each year that passed, the boy swore that this year, he would tell her. But each year, he lost his nerve and said he would do it next year. And so seven years passed. On the last night of the year, Unta appeared before the boy again. He told the boy that he must fulfill the bargain now. The boy protested that he could not, that there must be some other way. Unta laughed at him and told him that if he would not pay in one way, another would be found. Then he disappeared, leaving the boy scared and alone.
The next night, thunder raged over the Royal Necropolis. In the grave of the High Priest's Son, the boy's mutilated brother stirred. His corpse twitched and spasmed, then came to life in a wave of unholy power. He tore free of his tomb and utilizing the dark powers he had been given, raised an army of the living dead. When the Gravediggers came to stop him, he crushed them with his powers and taking the hammer they planned to use to hammer an iron stake through his heart, raising it as a symbol of revenge. His undead legion rampaged across the land, devouring and destroying everything in their path. The Faceless Prince was unstoppable. All armies sent against him melted away before his Fell powers or the strength of his unholy host. He smashed their defenses and laid siege to their capital.
The defenders of the castle went to their King then, to ask him, to beg him for some solution. But they found none- in his chamber, they found only a corpse hanging from a noose, his forehead bare of any Royal Star. The King had taken his life, but his household soon followed him as that very night, the Faceless Prince broke down the gates with his hammer and put them all to the sword.
EGO Weapon:
- The Despoiler will only allow itself to be wielded by a man of endless avarice and bloodlust. Only those dedicated to an endless pursuit of blood, wealth or revenge will sate it.
- If it is not wielded by such a person, it will drain 1d4 HP from that person per day and prevent him from using it to heal. It will also prevent him from regaining HP from resting or eating if they carry it on his person.
Abilities:
- 3/Day, the Despoiler can do +1d8 damage to a living creature. The hammer stores this extra damage as HP within itself.
- The hammer can store up to 50 HP at a time.
- The wielder may drain some of this HP as an action to heal themselves of injuries.
- The wielder may also, as an action, infuse a corpse with some of this stolen HP. This animates the corpse as an Undead. Undead created this way have [sum] HP, equal to the amount given to them. These Undead are loyal to the hammer's wielder and remain bound to the wielder for as long as they are continuously fed. These Undead require X HP per day, where X depends on their HP. If a bound Undead's HP is 8 or less, it requires 1 HP per day. If it has 9 to 16 HP, it requires 2 HP per day. If it has 17 to 25 HP, it requires 3 HP per day.
- Undead who are not supplied with their required HP become unbound and may do as they wish.
The Faceless Prince was never truly destroyed. Though he has been slain, every time he is, he returns on the anniversary of his resurrection to continue his campaign of revenge. And when he comes back, he will want his hammer.
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| by Dmitry Burmak |
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