Taron's Warhammer of Blood

Type	Book
Discovered By	Jae Cael
Discovery Date	(unknown)
Discovery Location	(unknown)
Abilities	+4 Prestige
Current Owner	Gorch Exiled

Discovery

This is the tale of how I, Jae Cael, came into possession of Taron's Warhammer of Blood.

I had traveled to Glongin for one reason. Gold. You see at the time Glongin was overrun with hordes of undead and monsters, which is great news for someone in my profession. And the local lord was paying some nice bounties for the remains of these uglies.

My early hunts resulted in some easy kills and to be honest I was becoming a bit careless in my searches. Which is how I ended up walking straight into the middle of a Monster Warband's camp. I think they were as surprised to see me as I was to see them as it seemed an eternity, but in reality was a fraction of a second, before their brains registered just what I was. This probably saved my life because in that split second I was able to draw my sword and start hacking away at the nearest fiend before they had time to think.

The panic of the monsters meant I was easily holding my own. The bodies of dead and dying monsters littered the camp. Hacked off limbs, gaping bellies with oozing entrails. What a sight!

And then I heard it.

An incomprehensible, guttural scream of rage. Out of the corner of my eye I spied it. A humongous, hideous creature. All muscle, claws and fangs, wielding a great hammer that seemed caked in the dried blood of it's victims.

Things looked bad and I began to think that running away might not be a bad idea. But the time for running had passed as the remaining monsters, buoyed by the appearance of this creature, had regained their composure and were circling behind me, blocking any retreat.

It's times like these that I'm grateful for not being a smart man, because a smart man would not think of doing what I was about to do. I unbuckled my hardened leather vest and let it fall to the ground. I then dropped my sword and started running. Not away from the hideous being, but straight towards it. At first it seemed puzzled by my actions, but then it readied itself. Hefting it huge hammer into position. This was when I tripped and fell, rolling several time before coming to stop right at the feet of the creature. Again the creature seemed puzzled, but this time not by my actions, but by the handle of my dagger which was sticking out of it's chest. It slowly sank to it knees before toppling forward. Dead.

I'd like to say that this was all part of my cunning plan, but as I mentioned I'm not a smart man and it was pure luck that my dagger happened to come loose as I tripped and rolled and flew at just the right velocity and angle to become embedded in the creature's chest. In truth I hadn't much thought about what I was going to do when I actually reached the hideous thing.

With the humongous monster dead the remaining monsters lost the bravado their hero had given them and turned and fled. I went and gathered my belongings and came back to the corpse of the hideous creature. The hammer it had been carrying lay beside it. I watched as it's blood seeped from the fatal knife wound and started pooling around the hammer as if drawn to it. If that was not strange enough it then looked as if the pooling blood was being absorbed by the hammer, and before long the pool of blood was gone.

Now I don't know much about religion, but I knew enough to realise that this hammer was something evil. But more so I knew it was something that could be worth a lot of gold. I carefully wrapped the hammer in a spare woolen cloak, tied it to my pack and headed for the nearest town in search of a tavern.

Ownership

Gorch Exiled, Duke of Grehk, owns this item.