Black Helm of Blood
| Type | Armour |
|---|---|
| Discovered By | Escent |
| Discovery Date | 22 December 2006 |
| Discovery Location | Mokut, Beluaterra |
| Abilities | Prestige +4 |
| Current Owner | (unknown) |
Escent, of the house of Noble, discovered the Black Helm of Blood on 2006-12-22 after finding and defeating a Undead Champion in Mokut on Beluaterra. On 2006-12-31 Roland, of The Occam family, Duke of Twillen of the Kingdom of Mesh, purchased the Black Helm of Blood for the sum of 75 gold.
(The accounting of the battle for the Black Helm of Blood as penned by a local bard and given by oral account by Escent, of the house of Noble)
As I was searching through the forest for the undead I came upon a very ancient graveyard with strange lights flickering among the graves. Drawing closer towards the unnatural light I noticed that the light was rolling outwards, almost like a fog, from one large sarcophagus at the center of the graveyard.
Stealing myself I moved forward to get a better look at what was going on when I heard the clicky clack of bones and the whoosh of a sword. Quickly I ducked and rolled to the side, drawing my weapon and standing to meet my attacker. The light around me flared up and out of the graves sprang forth more undead. I confess I panicked and started to blindly attack anything and everything that moved. Suddenly I found myself standing in the center, my back against the giant tomb.
Had I not panicked I would not have allowed myself to be herded this way by the undead but as the last of the zombies fell I realized they had accomplished their task. They had brought me to their master. A sense of terror gripped my heart as the lights around me dimmed but a evil chill rose in it's absence. Suddenly I knew what I had to do and ran to the front of the sarcophagus and with all of my weight, and a strength born of fear I pushed open the sarcophagus and drove my sword into the heart of the undead that laid within.
Pain seared my arms and exploded inside my head threatening to overcome me. A bright light blinded me in it's flash of brilliance and for a moment I could feel nothing. My vision cleared and I could see naught but the bright light around me and the figure of a man standing before me. Reaching for me with a kind look in his eyes the man seemed at peace, as if finally at rest from his torment. "Take this" he said handing me the helmet from under his arms. "Once this helm was known through out the land as the symbol of my family, and a symbol of peace. Alas, war over took my kingdom and a once peaceful people were forced to go to battle. On the field of battle I called out my foe to a duel to decide the fate of my people. Alas I was not strong enough to win the day and I lost my honor and my people's freedom. As my life drained from me I could hear the laughter of my enemy and it has haunted me all these many years. So, I give you this helm with the hope that whoever bears it find the strength to restore my people and to wash away the blood spilled upon their lands."
And then, all was quiet. I stood in the middle of an ancient graveyard with my thoughts and a heavy heart. My sword, having fallen to the ground flickered with a quickly fading red light but the helm in my hands glimmered with a dark red inner light. Retrieving my sword I turned for home and some much needed rest.
Name: Black Helm of Blood
Type: Armour
Condition: Deteriorated beyond repair and usefulness
Special: Prestige + 4
