#war pick

[toacody]

Shadow Toa

Another face turns heel.

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Creator: DerpSpawn

[quinnred]

Found a natural war-pick in the forest yesterday.

[xx1star-boy-art1xx]

And THIS was Cassandra's weapon! A warpick known as Blasphemer. It's an ancient artifact originally made by Karatus for Asmodeus to wield as an instrument to cause suffering amongst mortals. Asmodeus hated Blasphemer and threw it away, but its desire to cause torment never ceased.

Yadda yadda, time passes and Blasphemer finds its way to Cassandra, who is all about using the weapon to perpetuate people's suffering, so the two got a long pretty well.

[dndtreasury]

Shipwrecker by Griffon's Saddlebag

[frowningfox]

Asim Areverha, lvl 13 paladin/warlock.

Drawn with mechanical pencil.

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[thescryingeye]

Frozen Fangs Weapon (war pick), rare (requires attunement)

Carved from ice created by the ancient white dragon Drynil, the Glacier, these war picks are infused with the very nature of cold. The brave adventurer who managed to create these weapons did not live long, as Drynil hunted them down and slaughtered them. But not before they passed the weapons onto another adventurer. Now the dragon hunts any who wield the weapons. 

These war picks must be used together to get the following benefits and when used together only take up one attunement slot.

While attuned to these weapons, you gain a +3 to your damage rolls. In addition, when you roll a critical hit, your attack deals an additional 2d6 cold damage. You also gain the Keen Mind feat, you lose this feat if you are no longer attuned to the weapons. 

Each Frozen Fang has one charge. You can use the charge when you make a successful melee attack. The target of your attack must make a DC 15 Constitution saving throw or be blinded for one minute. They can repeat this saving throw at the end of their turn, ending the effect early on a success.

Curse: When you attune to the war picks, your intelligence score becomes 10. This curse can only be undone by killing Drynil or dying. You can also pass the weapons off to someone else. They must not know about the curse and take the Frozen Fangs from you willingly, and not under the effect of any spell.

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—Story Element—

Racing around the corner Grimgar ran for his life. His ears still ringing from the sounds of his team dying. As he came to a stop, great clouds billowing from his mouth, he realized he didn’t hear any more screaming. Tears built up in the corner of his eyes, it was all his fault. If he hadn’t taken the war picks—

“I can smell you. You have something that doesn’t belong to you and I want them back.”

Gimgar’s breath stilled in his chest, the voice of the dragon sending terror down his spine. He looked down at the war picks in his hands, the blood slowly freezing on the blades. It wasn’t his fault, they were the reason his friends were dead.

He willed his body to drop the weapons, but his fingers wouldn’t loosen. He knew it was futile, they had tried everything. Then they had found the sage that told them the only way to break the curse. Give them to an unsuspecting fool or slay the dragon they belong to. They had been cocky and thought themselves untouchable.

As the head of the ancient white dragon slithered around the corner, its bright blue eyes burning with hatred, Grimgar knew his life was over. He only hoped he would see his friends soon.

“Found you.”

[armthearmour]

A Zaghnal with gold floral koftgari, India, ca. 18th century, from Czerny's International Auction House.

[peashooter85]

Indian zaghnal (spiked warhammer), circa 1900.

from Czerny’s International Auction House