Sarah delurking again here. I thought I'd send a wee write-up of a feat used in our campaign to spark of a bit of discussion. Pls be aware it's not meant to be any kind of straitjacket - just the way we are currently perceiving feats and affinities in our game! I've avoided any game mechanics, as the HW rules provide plenty; what I've done is to try to indicate how the Truesword feat might "scale" with the power of the wielder. Anyway, that said:
The Truesword of Humakt, from the Teachings of Tryfan Ironsword, Sword of Humakt, given at the Temple of Humakt in New Pavis, 1617-18 S.T.
"For the true initiate, the first incarnation of the Truesword is a great
event. His blade becomes black, with a dreadful sheen, and parts body from
spirit with ease. The lesser undead face total annihilation from the
Truesword, and the greater undead flinch at the sight of it, and may flee in
terror.
For the Rune Master, however, the Truesword comes into its own, completely
reshaping his sword into the ancient and superb blade wielded by Our Lord.
Seemingly crafted of iron, and glowing with an awesome black light, the
Truesword may even sing, in a dreadful, basso profundo dirge, as it deals
Death all around.
To be touched by the Truesword of a Rune Master is to meet Death itself.
For those who are not at least Masters of their God's Runes, this death is
final; there can be no resurrection, nor should there be.
Foul skeletons and zombies and the lesser undead crumbled to dust before the
Truesword, often at its very sight. Indeed, all but the greatest undead
will cower in abject terror before it, and take horrific, searing wounds
from its merest touch.
The Truesword of the Heroes of Humakt is legendary. The Hero is Death
Incarnate, Humakt's instrument in the world. The black glow and dread of
death emanate from him, and the sword in his hand is a fathomless pool of
flashing, doomladen darkness.
Almost none can face him. Armour, unless forged in Hell itself, parts
effortlessly beneath his blows. All but the most powerful Rune Masters will
never rise again if slain at his hand. And the Sword severs more than life:
clans are ripped from tribe, warrior from home, apostate from God. Even
mountains and city walls cower before this embodiment of Death.
The Truesword, then, is holy. Mastery makes of it a shrine, which is
wherever the Master is. The Truesword cleaves through the fabric of the
world itself, to where Death waits in the Underworld, ever eager to receive
guests in its lightless realm.
The Truesword guards death from the undead. Its vigil prevents the dead
from rising, as they should not..." (unfinished...)
That's it! Thanks for reading!
Hail Humakt!
Grins,
Sarah
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