Abandon Hope, only son and source of Rapture. Your truth is one of blood and bone, of doom and delight. Your truth is the simple-complexity of a dynamic relationship between means and ends - with one hand you administer healing, and the other you administer harm. The truth of occupying the space between the two troubles you, does it not? They seem to be contradictory ideals. That is why you seek the item you have lost. Here she looks at Nowhere, though she continues to address you. Your fixation is not with the moment of brutality, but with the moment before. The moment you chose brutality. Again and again you watch the fruits of your labor wither and decay so that you do not forget the consequences of choosing the hand that harms. The truth, Abandon… is that this choice will fall into your hands again and again and while the choosing of the thing will come faster and faster with time, ease will never accompany it.
This +2 weapon crafted for you contains the blood of Strychmastare Riefge Bloodmonger and provides the following benefits when attuned by a chosen member of Brood Bloodmonger:
- Your blood pulses with the Tabernacle of the Bloodied Blade and you remember that you are not alone as long as your heart still beats. The Frightened condition is suppressed and you roll advantage on saving throws against it.
- Your blood roars with the strength of generations on generations of Butchers making the same choices as you to the best of your ability. You add 1d4 bludgeoning damage to your melee attacks using CON as your modifier, because there are very few things stronger than your will.
Rådbråka, which is and means to break upon the wheel, is neither male nor female, young nor old, good nor evil, though the whispers amongst the lowborn folk would have told you otherwise. Rådbråka had come carried on the backs of their followers, the Slaktare - the Butchers, themselves carried into the valley on bearback, their faces painted with the ceremonial ashes of their ancestors, their clothes the dull rusted color of dried blood, the low, eerie chorus of voices chanting sacred dirges to the rhythm of their mounts’ great steps like birdsong which led only to the barrows where her people lay their lost.
Some of the rumors were true, said Riefge, though not all: while they were not, in fact, the resurrected souls of the vengeful dead, as some had heard, they were vengeful and they were intimately acquainted with death - both those passings that were peaceful and those passings which more closely resembled a violent shove from the world of the living. No one knew when the murder god had entered their midst, but for 100 years her people had stood strong, though the boot of Rome would have pressed their faces into the very mud it tried to claim, making offerings all the while to great impartial Rådbråka who is also called Hyulbrytare the Wheelbreaker.
These offerings were a great honor, for the release of a soul was a holy act traditionally accompanied by ritual and tradition and there was no greater calling than to set even those spirits of their greatest enemies free. For a decade now the Slaktare had moved across their lands, weary of the endless cycle of subjugation barely tempered by bloodshed, though no less devoted for their fatigue, carrying with them the Tabernak Bloedige Blede (which in the common tongue of Goldengate and Wynwallow could be translated as the Tabernacle of the Bloodied Blade) and following closely its teachings.
The way the Butchers saw it aggression, violence, brutality, these things are natural and innate and must be reasonably and periodically appeased for the good of all, lest our baser urges drive us to shed blood when it is neither holy nor necessary. Their devotion represented the ruthless brutality of the natural world, which unlike men could not be tamed or intimidated, was not subject to bribe or of a mind to bargain, and paid no mind to where on a map they chose to draw and redraw their silly little lines. They were a gentle, devout folk in search of refuge in a region becoming known the world over for its stability and prosperity and they would be no trouble at all if they were allowed to stay, of that they could be sure.
[Wartale, Fable. "The Butcher’s Vision, Pt I: So It Began." Leylines: On the Coming of Brood Monger & Early Mortal Culture in Preternatural Society, edited by Taleia Talemonger, illuminated by Phthalo Brishon Rivière, Reminiscentian Order, 6219 MS/MR, 94-165.]
- The choice is yours: once per long rest, you may cast either Harm or Heal.
- The choice is yours: once per day, you may cast either Circle of Death or Guards and Wards.
- If you truly cannot choose, you may delay the inevitable by casting Death Ward.
Proficiency with a Glaive allows you to add your proficiency bonus to the attack roll for any attack you make with it.
This weapon has the following mastery property. To use this property, you must have a feature that lets you use it.
Graze. If your attack roll with this weapon misses a creature, you can deal damage to that creature equal to the ability modifier you used to make the attack roll. This damage is the same type dealt by the weapon, and the damage can be increased only by increasing the ability modifier.
Notes: Bonus: Magic Item Attack With Constitution, Bonus: Melee Attacks, Frightened, by a member of Brood Bloodmonger, Heavy, Reach, Two-Handed, Graze
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