Cold-Forged Warhammer of Doom
| Type | Weapon |
|---|---|
| Discovered By | Blasa |
| Discovery Date | 2013-11-15 |
| Discovery Location | Luhgrethen, Beluaterra |
| Abilities | Prestige +4 |
| Current Owner | Gomrin Renodin |
the tale of how Blasa the Lonely found the Cold-Forged Warhammer of Doom
In the snow swept forests of Luhgrethen, on the northern shores of Beluaterra, a young girl hid behind the green foliage of the timbers. She was gasping for breath and calming her palpitating heart, focusing her center for the battle ahead. There for surely would be a battle, as she looked all around her at red eyes in the darkness. She could not hear the howls of these half wolf, half man beasts for the wind was whistling and baying in her ears. She was lucky to not hear, for they snarled and dripped black venomous saliva as they slowly approached her, stalking with one quiet paw in front of the other. The paws were the size of tree stumps she could see scattered from past harvesting.
When the largest beast stopped in front of her and lowered its snout to sniff her fear, Blasa was absolutely still. She had learned how to be quiet here in the north, away from people and hiding from monsters, but she could not be quiet enough- for the beast now stood on his hind legs in a show of true unnatural strength. She knew her time was up and she pointed her sharpened sword with all her weight behind it and flew to the beast's left. He had not expected her to move so fast, used to deer who stand frozen until their killed, the beast stumbled on his two feet and Blasa spun around to slice the belly open exposing guts filled with bugs and worms and blood. As the alpha dropped, she rolled to right to prepare the beast's minions assault. Looking through her frozen hair and long white frozen eyelashes, through her steaming breath, she saw the other beasts run. Scattered, panicking, they had never seen their leader wounded this bad. Blasa looked at the beast bleeding out and noticed a darkness on the snow, an absence of light not two meters from his body. Without thinking, she scooped up the heavy mass and ran for her life, not wanting to push her luck with the wounded alpha.
She ran for hours until she could see the smoke rising from a lumber camp she had spied the day before. Resting now, she studied the object that shone like a black hole. It was a giant hammer with odd inscriptions on its handle that winded around like the magic words she had seen on some mages staff. She could not read anything, let alone decipher this mess of symbols. She noticed it was colder than the ice and snow around her though, and had to wrap it in rabbit furs she found discarded around the camp, in order to hold it. The aura it gave off was one cold and doom. She did not feel happy to have it and knew that as long as she carried it, she would be haunted by the strange wolf beast and his blood on her sword. She decided to be rid of it immediately.
