OUT-OF-CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name: Staff of The Master
Type: Staff
Credits: N/A
Consolidation Thread: N/A
Description: This accursed staff is a relic of heresy and undeath. Its shaft is a long, blackened rod of Doomstone-infused ironwood, etched with runes that pulse a dull crimson, runes carved in blood and sealed with dark alchemy twisted into dark age sorcery. At its head, the trident-like head juts upward in a hateful crown of rusted steel, its edges crackling with barely contained dark energy. This tip glows with a soul-deep hunger, reacting to the presence of the dead and dying. From this cursed crown, the staff channels its most dreadful power the theft and corruption of souls. Wrapped in tarnished iron bindings and crowned with fetishes of bone and sinew, the staff is said to whisper in the voices of the damned. When wielded by one attuned to its malice, it becomes a beacon to the Nether, the realm of the dead and the lost. With it, the wielder can raise corpses as twisted revenants, force them into service, and even see through their eyes. Yet such blasphemy comes at a cost: every soul bound steals a piece of the wielder’s essence. Only those already touched by death can survive long in the staff’s presence without falling to madness. This is no tool. It is a pact. A curse. A hungering, soul-draining conduit to Chaos itself.
ATTRIBUTES
STRENGTHS
Shared Senses: The wielder's mind and senses merge with those afflicted by his curse, thus he can see as they see, speak through them or even glimpse into the memories not shredded by the Nether.
Necromantic Resurrection: To bring back those who have perished is an Esh-induced miracle.
Reliability of the Dead: The risen dead are durable servants of the dark that will serve their master without hesitation.
WEAKNESSES
Draining Curse: The undead can only rise as long as the user can siphon energy to sustain the curse in relation to their power level.
Lack of Intelligence: The undead horde are not able to complete complex tasks, nor can they communicate intricate thoughts or emotions.
Cannot Revive All: Strong-willed or holy-aligned individuals may resist the curse, and their souls refuse to return. Those slain by certain divine magics, or those who died willingly, are immune.
Twisted Resurrection: Any soul rebound to its original vessel has been twisted and morphed both by the Netherworld and the incantation, while some memory or personality may remain they are not the same as they were in life.
Control Range: The demonic creatures have to be within a reasonable range of the wielder in relation to their power level.
Must Be Marked: The staff cannot be used by just anyone. Only those touched by death, cursed, undead, or bound to the Nether may hold it for long without going mad or being consumed.
HISTORICAL INFORMATION
Long ago, in the deep, dark depths beneath the ruined city of Eshingen, a secretive cult known as the Maw waged war not on nations, but on the laws of life and death itself. Their obsession with the Netherworld and its tormented spirits birthed countless failed horrors, soulless husks, shrieking wraiths, and broken mind slaves. But the greatest of their ambitions centred around one blasphemous artefact: a staff capable not only of raising the dead, but of binding their souls to the will of the living. It was Dagon Erh, a highly recognised member of the Maw, who made this dark dream a reality. A man whispered to have a thousand eyes around the world, Dagon had left the mortal kingdoms in his past, now residing with the demons and abominations of the east. The Brotherhood begged for his guidance. He carved runes of hunger with a blade dipped in virgin’s blood and embalmer’s pitch, and finally, in a ritual known only as the Thirteenth Veil, bound a fragment of his own essence to the weapon. The result was not merely a tool; it was a living relic, pulsating with bound spirits and whispers of the abyss. To wield it without the stench of undeath etched into your bones was to be consumed. Even the Brotherhood feared it. Many turned to ash. One did not Hazak, the Father of Clan Metus, a soulless revenant of Dagon’s own making, sculpted in secret as the perfect vessel to bear the staff and spread its curse.
And the staff?
It still whispers.
It still hungers.
It remembers every soul it has bound and longs for more.
Name: Staff of The Master
Type: Staff
Credits: N/A
Consolidation Thread: N/A
Description: This accursed staff is a relic of heresy and undeath. Its shaft is a long, blackened rod of Doomstone-infused ironwood, etched with runes that pulse a dull crimson, runes carved in blood and sealed with dark alchemy twisted into dark age sorcery. At its head, the trident-like head juts upward in a hateful crown of rusted steel, its edges crackling with barely contained dark energy. This tip glows with a soul-deep hunger, reacting to the presence of the dead and dying. From this cursed crown, the staff channels its most dreadful power the theft and corruption of souls. Wrapped in tarnished iron bindings and crowned with fetishes of bone and sinew, the staff is said to whisper in the voices of the damned. When wielded by one attuned to its malice, it becomes a beacon to the Nether, the realm of the dead and the lost. With it, the wielder can raise corpses as twisted revenants, force them into service, and even see through their eyes. Yet such blasphemy comes at a cost: every soul bound steals a piece of the wielder’s essence. Only those already touched by death can survive long in the staff’s presence without falling to madness. This is no tool. It is a pact. A curse. A hungering, soul-draining conduit to Chaos itself.
ATTRIBUTES
- Creator: Unknown Eshkin / Dagon Erh
- Durability: High
- Weight: 15kg
- Dimensions: Length: 200cm / Width: 8cm
- Rarity: Unique
- Materials: Ironwood / Doomstone / Iron / Leather / Bone
- Manufacturing: Forged in the blighted forges deep beneath the Arureon Wastes by the rat demons known as Eshkin,
STRENGTHS
Shared Senses: The wielder's mind and senses merge with those afflicted by his curse, thus he can see as they see, speak through them or even glimpse into the memories not shredded by the Nether.
Necromantic Resurrection: To bring back those who have perished is an Esh-induced miracle.
Reliability of the Dead: The risen dead are durable servants of the dark that will serve their master without hesitation.
WEAKNESSES
Draining Curse: The undead can only rise as long as the user can siphon energy to sustain the curse in relation to their power level.
Lack of Intelligence: The undead horde are not able to complete complex tasks, nor can they communicate intricate thoughts or emotions.
Cannot Revive All: Strong-willed or holy-aligned individuals may resist the curse, and their souls refuse to return. Those slain by certain divine magics, or those who died willingly, are immune.
Twisted Resurrection: Any soul rebound to its original vessel has been twisted and morphed both by the Netherworld and the incantation, while some memory or personality may remain they are not the same as they were in life.
Control Range: The demonic creatures have to be within a reasonable range of the wielder in relation to their power level.
Must Be Marked: The staff cannot be used by just anyone. Only those touched by death, cursed, undead, or bound to the Nether may hold it for long without going mad or being consumed.
HISTORICAL INFORMATION
Long ago, in the deep, dark depths beneath the ruined city of Eshingen, a secretive cult known as the Maw waged war not on nations, but on the laws of life and death itself. Their obsession with the Netherworld and its tormented spirits birthed countless failed horrors, soulless husks, shrieking wraiths, and broken mind slaves. But the greatest of their ambitions centred around one blasphemous artefact: a staff capable not only of raising the dead, but of binding their souls to the will of the living. It was Dagon Erh, a highly recognised member of the Maw, who made this dark dream a reality. A man whispered to have a thousand eyes around the world, Dagon had left the mortal kingdoms in his past, now residing with the demons and abominations of the east. The Brotherhood begged for his guidance. He carved runes of hunger with a blade dipped in virgin’s blood and embalmer’s pitch, and finally, in a ritual known only as the Thirteenth Veil, bound a fragment of his own essence to the weapon. The result was not merely a tool; it was a living relic, pulsating with bound spirits and whispers of the abyss. To wield it without the stench of undeath etched into your bones was to be consumed. Even the Brotherhood feared it. Many turned to ash. One did not Hazak, the Father of Clan Metus, a soulless revenant of Dagon’s own making, sculpted in secret as the perfect vessel to bear the staff and spread its curse.
And the staff?
It still whispers.
It still hungers.
It remembers every soul it has bound and longs for more.
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