The Head of Vecna

The Wagon
This is a wagon. It is made of 3 tower-cap logs. On it is an image of dwarves in blood. The dwarves are screaming. The dwarves are burning.

A shard of jettisoned Neutron star crust. The intense pressure forms the crystalline structure perfectly. It looks like metal but is 30 times stronger then steel. Carved into a shield by a decade of labor using diamond tools it is crafted into a shield. It will never break.

Skull of Mondain.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oq84WO_zubQ&feature=PlayList&p=D4AC0EF4AB2AF417&playnext=
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Seriously. THIS

>>4657843
enjoy your radiation poisoning.

This.

Those are some pretty cool sound effects, OP. Thanks.

As for my epic item, how about a massive blade-like structure of some unknown metal that protrudes out of the ground at a slight angle, as if some unimaginably monstrous warrior dropped or thrust a sword into the earth long ago. The Blade reaches a thousand feet toward the sky, and extends at least a few hundred below the ground, as far as can be told. The metal is completely indestructible, highly magnetic, and rings with a strange tone when struck by anything.

>>4657873
A mask made completely out of the rarest substance known to Dorf?!?!?!

>>4657899
but what is its magical power?

The Well Used Sword

Once, it was just a sword. Just a simple tool, made of metal and leather, designed and intended for a single purpose- ending human lives.

And it was put to that use. Again, and again, and again. It changed hands as one owner fell, and another rose holding it, changed nations as one army overran another, and one king replaced the next. And still, it did its duty. Not once was it taken home, to wait, dormant, by the fire, or rest in an armoury. For century after century, this sword of war, within days of the last battle, found itself in the heart of another living soul.

So much war, so much battle, so much blood. The blade changed. A simple sword became... well, still a sword, but more deserving of the title Sword. More than just a tool for ending lives, it came to embody that very purpose. In a man's hand, it had no shining glow or magical fire. It simply gave him the only too he would ever need to fulfil its purpose- to end lives.

No matter how mighty the warrior or wise the wizard, great the leader or brave the hero, this sword would find their flesh, and cleave into it, and they would die. Because it is a Sword, and all it knows is its purpose. And its purpose, is to Kill.

>>4657923
Bad Ass

A dwarven axe that drew blood from a god. Before it was well crafted and the strongest thing dwarves could ever devise. Now it is twisted, melted and the edge is warped beyond recognition but still sharp.

Someone else think of what it does

>>4658011
You get the gods wrath upon you but some of his power?

>>4657923
Guys like you are responsible for randomly awarding PCs magic bonuses to improvised weapons.

I once had a DM change the halfling's prized skillet into a +1/+3 v. Goblins halfway through the campaign... Only to see the artifact resurface as a +2/+6 in a future campaign he ran.

Do any of these sounds interesting enough for a story?(from Crawl's randart generator)
the +0,+0 great mace of Ploetum {+Rage rElec rPois EV+1 Str+1}
the +0,+0 executioner's axe of Buwaw {flame, MR Int-3}
the +0,+0 lajatang of Thianlie {rN+}
the +0,+0 demon whip of Shrieking Terror {freeze, rN+}
the +0,+0 demon blade "Gocliot" {freeze, EV+4 Dex+1}
the +0,+0 demon trident of Disguise {rF++ Stlth+}
the +0,+0 quick blade "Xiesol" {flame, MUT +Blink +Tele MR}
the +0,+0 scimitar of the Hall of Blades {rC- rN+ AC+3 EV+4}

>>4658056
I want a +9 loathe of dwarvern bread.

>>4658011
You only get to hit one thing before the axe starts to drain all the strength from you, making you an unmoving cripple.

The Sword of Storms

Forged from iron mined from the bottom of the sea with ancient magic, melted by called lightning and forged by the hammer of a mountain, cooled in the waves of a Tsunami. The blade is a mix of different hues of blue, all flowing together. When it moves, it sounds like water, whether a stream, rain or wave. When it strikes, it sounds like a thunderclap. When it kills, the very air rises up in a dark mix of celebration and mourning. It flows around any defence, and those it hits are struck with the force of a tidal wave and the power of a lightning bolt, their ears torn to shreds with peals of hideous thunder. If the user dies, then a watery grave awaits them, as the very ground sunders and the deep earth attempts to recall the sword to it- but, as yet, has proved unsuccessful. What entity waits deep beneath for the return of their blade remains to be seen...

>>4658137
deathblow?

One day, a cave man finds a piece of oak lying on the ground. He picks it up, admiring its iron-hard toughness. This caveman puts the branch to good use, and his clan prospers. Soon the clan grows in prominence, the cave-man as its leader. Several generations down the line, the club has become the symbol of power for the clan. Strapped with the teeth of their fallen prey, its imposing image strikes fear into all who would oppose them.

Thousands of years pass. This terrifying weapon gets passed from generation to generation. During the bronze age, the club gets a head, carved from bronze and in the image of a ferocious mouth, signifying the teeth of all those that have been embedded in its terrifying length. It is never mentioned in the history books, but wherever there is genocide, the club is not far behind.

The iron age comes, and swords become the weapon of choice. The club is forgotten, stolen by some savage barbarians, and out of the public eye for millenia. Warfare becomes civilized, heavily armored troops form ranks with which to better defend themselves. However, the club does not sleep. One day, a horde of barbarians numbering over ten thousand appears on a battlefield. Both sides watch in amusement as these semi-naked men wielding nothing more than a club and an animal skin yell their rage at the better armed an armored combatants.

One man walks in front of the crowd, holding a savage looking spiked club. He holds it up for all to see. With a savage yell, he directs the men "Kill!", to which they begin to surge forward. But as the club comes down, they are no longer men. Hideous, brutal teeth fill their mouths, as their jaws distend to open large enough to bite a mans head. They become more animal than human, as they surge down on the well-trained, well-armored feast below them.

>>4658203 vs >>4657923

would be an interesting match up

Three Spirits Warning

It was the early days of the world, and the Kami were at peace. The days turned and the heavens spun, and all was peaceful. Man lived with spirit and animal as his brothers, coexisting in harmony.

However, three spirits became discontent.

The Kami of the Loyal Steel saw his children, the plow and axe, the kama and chain, used all across the nations of the world, and yet he was given no praise, no glory, for he was seen as low, and unworthy.

The Kami of the Warming Flame saw his children flourish and burn in every home, and every village, lit for every feast or festival, and yet to be killed, unmourned, at every dawn and ending, and he was given no payment, no sacrifice for his generosity.

The last was the Kami of the Willing End, and he hated this peace. His was the action of life taking life, and in a harmonious world, he was poorly served, and never thanked.

>>4658270 Cont
And so, Willing End schemed with Flame and Steel, to create a binding of their three essences, to further all their goals. Steel provided the material, and Flame tempered it, and End filled it with purpose. And the first Sword was born.

The harmony collapsed. Man killed man, beast ate beast and Kami warred upon Kami. The greater spirits watched and despaired, for they did not understand this new world. But then, they heard the joyful cries of Flame and Steel and End, as their power and glory grew, and knew of their betrayal.

With great wroth, the greater Kami fell upon their wayward kin, using the new ways of war and strife against them, beating them down and inwards until all three collapsed into that selfsame sword.

And, for a while, a lesser harmony was restored. But man still killed man, and beast still killed beast, and Kami warred with Kami, because now, these things were known.

However, the sword remains, an eternal reminder of the golden days before, and the cost of greed. And yet, even worse than its dark nature, is what would happen if the dark three within were ever freed...

A crossbow made of demon bone. The string from it's sinew. Oaks, leverages and mechanisms were devised to bend the bone. Magics devised to cut it. The catch and mechanism made from adamantium and steel overly engineered to hold the stored power. Wound by 20 men using chains the size of a human arm before battle, it can pierce anything.

The Bloodless Hammer

Once, a great warrior-saint became tired of his robes being tarnished with the blood of the unworthy. Even crushing blows of his might hammer still sent gouts of blood gushing from open mouths, staining and ruining his pristine white clothes. He asked the smith-priests of his temple for a solution.

In the greatest fires, far underground, they made a hammer, working into it that deep heat and heavy power of the earth. Such weight had it that a single blow could destroy a heavy door, and such heat that merely touching the bludgeon brought a man agony.

But the true gift was its combination of the two. As it struck, its power flowed through the blood of the opponent, boiling and curdling it into so much smoke and dust and residue. Bodies fell, vapour rising from open mouths even as their skin collapsed over empty veins. And the saint smiled, and thought this good, for no more would the unworthy stain his tunic.

However, the Hammer had its own cost, as the saint found. Its heat reached even his arms, and its power pressed bones, such that even his mighty strength faltered after raising it for a hundredth blow. But, this was the price of power.

The saint, long dead, left the hammer on the altar of his church on the mountain, near the lava flows which best described its nature. Time and again, martyrs took it, and risked pain, death and mutilation to bring the wrath of god upon their foes, or in some cases, simply to keep clean.

The Lance of Azazel

Once severed in battle from a greater demon by an arch angel who was then corrupted to darkness by the powerful weapon. in the hands of a male this functions as a powerful whip, in the hands of a female this functions as a longspear despite its blunt nature. Any weapon used to parry it will be destroyed by the curiously organic weapon's corrosive blood and in spear form, up to three milky potions of healing may be coaxed from it per day. Any who ingest more than a day's worth slowly assume the attributes of both genders.

Someone design a greatspear.
I have no knack for these and I want an awesome backstory for my fighters greatspear.

>>4658396

Any particular theme you'd like? Any title or elemental nature or whatever? I'm feeling bored, and making up weapon histories is fun.

>>4658408

Additionally, any details on the characters cultural background, fighting style etc? Weapons are always best if they fit the concept well.

>>4658396
A spear made from a dried and cured whale penis.

>>4658517
"The Sea Fucker"

The Watching Stone had stood there as long as any could remember, and obelisk of grey with white lines striking through its otherwise boring facade. But that wasn't the focus of the event- at least, not yet.

The fight was fierce, with rain pouring down and lightning cracking the sky. His opponents axe swung down, splintering the weapon in his hands like tinderwood, pushing him back and back, towards The Watching Stone. Perhaps something saw him.

Lighting cracked down from the sky, a bolt of incandescent blue energy striking the stone, and stunning all those around. Slowly, almost ceremoniously, the stone fell in two. Within, huge and terrible, a spear of brilliant steel shone, standing straight and tall, still crackling with the lightning that had freed it from its entrapment. On its head, ancient and unknowable scrip told tales no living man could ever read, and the ornate engraving on its haft described beasts and land long fallen to dust. It has been waiting, and watching, oh so long, waiting for a hero worthy of wielding it. Now, it has chosen You.

>>4658408
>>4658483
He's a NG fighter known by the moniker, The Red Hornet. His main tactic involves pole vaulting around the battlefield to dish out jumping Power Attacks. He wears leather armor and a ruby red cloak. His armor has thorns on it that dish out poison Dex damage when touched.

>>4658562

The Hornets Sting is a blade worthy of mention. A cold greatspear, its head a dull shade of red, like dried blood, and its haft somewhat thinner than usual, although no less strong. It is said to have been taken in the primordial times of the world from a great and terrible beast, forged into a weapon in payment for some great task. Now, all are forgotten- beast and slayer, forger and wielder. Now all which remains is the blade.

Passed down from warrior to warrior, death of one allowing it to fall into the hands of another. Its powers are vague, described in many different tales in many different ways and, perhaps, unique to each wielder. Or perhaps exaggerated by an overly imaginative bard.

Whoever tells the tale, however, the blade finds itself a wielder worthy of its legacy. And, the tales of its most recent champion are fascinating indeed...

>>4658562
You spear IS...
A BLESSED LIVING SAPLING BLESSED BY A DRYAD YOU ONCE SAVED. It is as hard as iron, the tip covered in thorns that tear as they make the wound. Leaves grow along the shaft. It must be placed in the ground for one hour a day or die, or injure somebody. Nutrients are nutrients.

Anyone else have a title or theme for a weapon? I'm bored, and making up weapon histories etc is actually quite amusing, although I'm running out of ideas.

>>4658599
>>4658597
I actually like both of these.

>>4658605
A dagger forged for and by a coward.

Bolgan, the Spear of the Mighty.
Made of the horns of great beasts bound together with adamantine wire, this massive weapon is often as dangerous to its wielder as to their foes.
To successfully make a strike with it, one must pass a high strength test. To avoid damage from the barbs that cover the entire weapon, one must pass a dex text.
On the other hand, the weapon also tears holes in anything it strikes and ignores all kinds of damage reduction.
Many a giant or dragon has been laid low by the spear, surprised at the speed and power that it can be wielded with.

There's no real epic story here, but I'm proud of it. The sheriff crafted it after going fey. Notable in that was built before I had a single anvil, at a smelter.

By far the most impressive artifact I've gotten in this game.

>>4658605
A sword of defense and a shield of attack.

Once, long ago, their were gods ruled by the mighty God-Emperor, Chrosis, and his God-Empress. However, the God-Empress grew to love mortals more then she loved her husband and he grew jealous.

He created and retreated to the Eight-Ringed Hell (Four rings. three attached to the fourth with smaller rings within each) and the forged the Four-Ringed Crown (Made to look like Hell without the smaller rings). Using it, he attracted all the evil souls of the dead into his realm. He took the three most evil souls and turned them into his generals, the demon-gods.

Selenay, Goddess of Vice, Xanatos, God of Tyranny and Khanus, God of Slaughter with Chrosis, King of Demons and Lord of Despair. With his generals, he waged a terrible wars against the others gods and the mortal world. And he almost won.

Seeing that the world could not be saved, Noname, God of Wizardy, opened a hole into the Void, obliterating the world but saving the souls of the people. The God-Empress used all of her power to created a Ninth Ring, one to which she sealed the Demon King of Despair.

Finally, the Fair One, God of Druids, laid a three fold curse on the three demon gods. The first stripped them of their power, the second sealed them into weapons and the third was an escape clause. By redeeming themselves through these weapons, they could be free.

The Khanus Klaws or Blood Reavers, the Vice Grip Collar and the Xanatos Staff were scattered through the Void, across the cosmos. Bereft of his kingdom, sealed to the Ninth Ring of Hell, Chrosis relinquished his crown and throw it to the Void where it shrunk in the cold ot be fit to be worn on a mortal's wrist, the Four-Ringed Braclet, Shackles of Despair. Chrosis wondered briefly if it would find redemption too.

>>4658675
>Xanatos, God of Tyranny
Is that who I think it is? Surely Xanatos can't be that common a name.

Created by a dwarf. The Megafist. Just 90 pounds of the hardest metal alloys know to dwarfs. Studded with diamonds. Runs on alcohol and magma. Powered by rage. Only dwarfs of legend have been able to wield it. Some people call it impractical. Others just call it awesome.

I combined all three

The Spear of the Hornet is weapon worthy of mention. A cold greatspear, its head is a dull shade of red, like dried blood, and its haft is thinner than usual and covered with thorny vines. Crafted by druids in a bygone age, the spear was intended to be wielded by a protector of the living. Its razor barb was taken from a Giant Hornet and its shaft was taken from the Vervain Vine. The magic imbued in it ensures the wielder the ability to overcome all protection provide by circumstance and magic.

The ability to wield The Spear of the Hornet comes at great cost. The wielder must take great care not to poison himself on the thorns that cover the shaft. And the magic of the spear is drawn from the Earth so the wielder must bury the weapon for an hour or his own life becomes forfeit.

>>4658621

The Fleeting Fool

This dagger is characterized most by the bells that hang from it's hand guards. However, the bells have a strange quality in that when they jingle as the bearer runs, they do not draw attention to the bearer, but rather away from him. Their soft jingling can't really be heard, because the listener's attentions are always elsewhere.

>>4658675
When the Khanus Klaws are held, the wielder risked becoming possesed by the Lord of Murder. They were three big butcher blades wore on the arms and they granted the user great strength and greater regenerative abilities.

The Vice-Grip Collar kills any who wears it but brings them back shortly afterwards. They now can only speak with Selenay when in near death whilst the collar's magic repair the body. The weared also shape shifts based upon a nearby person's desire or fear. Fetish Fuel or Nightmare Fuel.

The Xanatos Staff, when held, put the wield in constant communication with the nigh-omniscient Xanatos, who whispers his secret into their ears, especially of the arcane sort.

The Mighty Axe-Spear-Sword. No one knows who made this weapon but everyone's pretty sure he was an idiot.

>>4658621

>A dagger forged for and by a coward

Many and well known are the tails of the Father-Forger and his three sons of the Spear, Sword and Axe.

But, lesser known and just as important, are the tales of his fourth son.

Unlike his brothers, he was a coward. He liked to ponder on the deeper things of life, such as the beauty of a daffodil or the movement of a butterfly, and his only response to confrontation was to run as if the very hounds of hell were on his heels.

His father, disgusted, cast aside the ore he had set aside on his sons birth, for he thought no weapon would want such an unworthy owner.

The fourth son, however, gathered the little ore he could find, and in secret forged a dagger. It was a tool, as well as a weapon, and he used it to craft and etch and aid in his travels.

However, after long years, he was finally pushed into a corner. He could no longer run, no longer hide. He drew the dagger, and struck.

All that force of fear and anxiety, all those years of running, compressed into anger and rage. The dagger tore his opponents apart in a blaze of fury, leaving him gasping.

And then he ran.

Faster than he had ever ran before, and he had never stopped. Some say he was running from those who wanted his blade, but few know the truth- he was running from himself, and this is said to be the fate of all those who wield the cursed blade of fear.

>>4658818
Fuck you, sir.

>>4658777
>>4658826
Awesome.

>>4658646

>A sword of defense and a shield of attack.

This strange pair have been wielded together since time immemorial, although their natures suggest they were forged separately.

The shield is large and strange, its edge sharp and its face made up of many concentric rings, all edged with teeth. In battle, it takes in the wielders rage, and turns it into rotation, the teeth creating a whirring grinding circle of death, capable of tearing weapons from hands, limbs from bodies and life from foes.

The sword is almost the opposite of its friend, long, thin and almost blunt, its edge dull and notched. When attacking, the most it can do is a mild bludgeon, leaving a painful sting. Its true strength is in the parry and the riposte, and there, it is unmatched.

>>4658826

*Tales

God damn autocorrect

>>4658717
Inspire by

>>4658847
Whoop-de-doo, wrong picture.

The Buster - One hundred pounds of sky iron. it takes incredible strength to lift, and even more so because of the negating effect it has on magic: the wielder loses all magical enhancements they have active when the sword is drawn.
This power also extends to the blade. It slices through the hardest of magical protections with ease.

Salesman's Sword - With every strike, the target must make a will save or suffer extra attacks.
"Strike now and you'll receive an extra 2d6 damage!"

>>4658847
Fucking scary weapon when wielded by a proficient user.

>>4658887
Fuck yeah Halberds. We need some epic Halberds.

>>4658722
I want this in dwarf fortress now

>>4658646

The Stilling Blade

This blade is a rather hefty oddity. It is large, cumbersome, and only barely able to be held in a single hand. However, as you enter melee range with an opponent, it's use becomes apparent. No thought need be used, and no energy need be lost to parry, riposte, or disarm your foe. While wielding the Stilling Blade, their weapon will be just as slow to move as it is. That is to say : Not at all.

The Deadfall Shield

This shield seems to be made from a boulder, it is round and brown, and fairly large all around. When a hand is in the strap on it's back, it is quite easy to move and functions as a regular shield.. however. When there is no hand holding the handle, it becomes as heavy as a real boulder. As such, it's wielder's often follow it's name by learning to position it over their opponent's heads.

>>4658926
They tend to be 'unfair'.
Or tie back to other, more poetic weapons.

Let's see...

Drachevakkum - These ancient weapons have long since been abominated by both Bahamut and Tiamat. It appears to have many moving parts, up to and including vents, rotating blades, and gears. When used for the killing blow on anything with draconic blood, it traps their soul and increases in power.
Few of the clergy of Bahamut and Tiamat are aware of their existence, however, for fear that they will ignore the warnings and use the terrible weapon anyway.

Zulfiqar, the twin-tipped sword of the Prophet, created by God a thousand years before Genesis, and presented to the Prophet by the archangel Gabriel. As God beheld it back at its creation, his gaze caused the tip to split, and a single drop of sweat to fall from it. When this drop of sweat fell to the Earth, it became the source of all edged tools and weapons.

For more mundane tools (for Emperor's and the like), there are many wonders of the ancient world to be found buried in the greenish-grey sands of the desert of the Trinity. Amongst these are pieces of the materials known as ice steel and coromantine.

Ice steel may appear as spotless steel, but it is both far harder and far tougher than the finest tempered steel. Even more marvellously, it will never rust. Its name comes from the fact that it cannot be hot-forged, heating it too much causes it to transform irreversibly into plain iron. Instead it has to be cut and cold-forged into the desired objects. It makes for good blades, and supreme armour.

Coromantine is a dark grey metal of extreme hardness and density. It cares little for even the hottest forge, and is far too hard for any blacksmith to work. Instead it has to be cut in a manner similar to jewels. Seldom found in pieces larger than the outer joint of a finger, and too dense for most forms of weapon and armour, but they make for very good arrowheads, dart-tips, and studs for maces. A few rare master engravers also have tools tipped with coromantine.

As for obtaining these though, the desert of the Trinity is a cursed place. The people living along its fringes are a sorry, sickly and broken lot, but occasionally they will venture into the desert and search for artefacts to trade with the few merchants willing to visit them. Prices for large pieces are thus, understandably, astronomical.

>>4659020
Unfair, unshmear.

Awesome is what they are.

The northerners have many secrets that rarely make their way south. Bloody Ice is one of these.
It is extracted from the blood of the Coldwyrms that roam the ice, tempered in a fire to shape and harden it.
Often, it is used to coat bones and other pieces of the wyrms in order to bind more of their spirit into it.
It remains stable at any temperature that iron could handle, and also carries the poison that fills the Coldwyrms.

Cane of Diagnosis

A century ago, two great scourges walked the land, the names of which we do not mention. One was a terrible warrior, clad in ancient elven armour of purest galvorn, and armed with a great sword of which the less is said, the better. None was safe from his wrath, and out of cocky self-confidence and spite, he made a point out of spending tie with the paladins of the light, as if the challenge them to even try and strike him down.

Even worse though was the Plaguefather, the Twice-bled, Bane of the East, the Right Hand of Death. He led a great crusade of death into these lands, and only by a combine, heroic effort was the end of it all averted. Later on he returned as the architect of the great plague that tore these lands. Empowered by the staff he had made and sanctified by the blood of hundreds, he was nigh unstoppable. He killed with a word, spread contagion with a look, and any who tried to strike him down found that their blows merely rent their own bodies apart, not his.

When they joined forces, it seemed as if all would be lost. But fickle is the nature of the dark ones, and deep within the forest south of here, the warrior betrayed the necromancer, and managed to strike him down. Yet so potent was his foe, that in his last moment he managed to unleash a torrent of twisting, warping, unclean forces, which consumed them both utterly, and devastated the forest for miles around.

However, their weapons remained, torn and twisted, but still potent beyond mortal comprehension. They are now fused into a scythe, resting deep within lands no sane man would ever visit. Should it ever be recovered for good or bad, the face of the world is sure to change.

>>4658887
The Cobbled Halberd of might.
The weapon is obviously the welding of multiple weapons. A hand axe lined with jewels that blaze like fire. What appears to be half a sword that is rapier sharp and engraved with a Basilisk at it's tip. The spear handle wooden but smooth etched with a language long forgotten. When it strikes barely contained magic from these broken relics course through the enemy burning, petrifying, poisoning, healing, necrosis inducing and no one is sure what any piece truly did. All they know is that the magic lashes back at the wielder and when used too much the etchings grow hot.

>>4659067
Yes, but one can bullshit spears and chain weapons into close combat roles.
Halberds either get shafted over to heavy bruisers so they can be, essentially, long, bladed clubs, or by nancy faggots to poke at a great distance with.
Various asian heroes are the exception to this rule.

Orichalcion - Made by forbidden alchemy, this foul metal is unique in requiring blood to remain stable. On the other hand, this allows it to interact with flesh in strange ways.
One can find even eyes and hands made of the stuff, that function as the originals.
Items made with Orichalcion are loyal to those that feed them with blood, and are often sculpted into disturbing demonic visages.
A drawback comes in the fact that one of the ingredients is the mercury that gives this metal its striking color. For those that merely wield weapons of the stuff, it is no problem, but those that make and wear prostheses tend to go insane.

Troll Finger Spear.
A spear tip built around a recently severed troll finger. The tip is designed to break off inside the target. Imagine the rest.

>>4659211
Hopefully the troll hand forming in your wound shoots out your wound before doing too much damage.

>>4658858
Best idea.

>>4659271
So now you have a motherfucking troll to deal with.

>>4659271
>>4659304
Or they grow a troll arms out of the wound and slowly turn into a troll.

A metal made out of pure curse.

Invisible Armor.
Dwarven Armor

>>4659427
At first i thought doesn't count as a weapon. Then i opened the picture

in b4 spudwoe

A sword made of a roc's feather.
It's incredibly light despite being made of adamantine.
It shreds flesh with ease, but has a great amount of trouble with armor.

Scimitar made from a God's toenail. Fuck yeah toenail sword.

Shield made of the strongest metal known to man.

>>4659887
Ah, I see you have mastered the keyboard of trolling.

>>4659998
No, I'm serious. Suggest a DM troll his players with that.
Shield of Dragon's Force.
Made of an unidentified metal, stronger and tougher than anything humans have devised. Can on the other hand be worse than some other race's design.
When struck with a weapon, produces awesome sounds that cause the combatants to fight more fiercely.
See if your players get the reference.

>>4660110
Axe of Dragon's Force.
Harder than anything but the shield, boosts bardic abilities, and strikes true.
Has a strange ability to suspend the actions of others to allow multiple strikes.

The Grand Dragon Great Sword
Effect: Manipulates the Elements, Space and time to the whim of the owner at the cost of mental stability, constant energy drain and
A big halberd-like sword Forged to thrive only on the mistresses known as death and war. as such, only those who has succumbed to the bloodthristy nature of war at its most extreme can truly gain the power of this weapon

The story of the blade began when a man discovers the recipe to perfectly annihilate the beasts and demons that plagued his humble village. On the first day, the peasants looked to the east to see a man clad in dragon-like armor standing across the ridge with the gigantic blade held within his hands.

He leapt and struck at the foes with the poise and grace only master swordsmen could ever dream of, he danced around the enemy, cutting them down with the single sweep of his massive sword. those that weren't shred by its unknown blade qualities were simply whacked away like demonic golf balls.

As more arrived with hopes of feasting upon this new challengers stubborn flesh from the skies, the man swung the air, causing a shockwave that ripped the hellish flying monstrosities to shreds from no more than 500 yards. He then stabbed the blade into the ground, rising Earth-like pillars to stab into the hearts of his foes.

More of them surrounded him, but then he chanted an eerie incantation. The next second he was unmoved, and the beasts simply fell apart, as one rose to try and back-stab him, he warped directly behind it, impaled him on the blade and threw it aside.

As the creatures retreated, the man stopped and holstered his mighty weapon and simply left.

>>4660457
Weaboo faggotry. Seriously no.
Moar DRAGONFORCE NAO!

An axe whose head is made of the last iron of a dying mountain, and whose haft is carved from the wood of a still-living tree, slowly, over the course of a year. It menaces with spikes of hate and death. There is an image of a tree on this axe. it is weeping.

>>4660567
Staff of Dragon's Force.
Not actually a magical implement, it takes the moniker much more literally.
It is indestructible, and deals 10d6 damage on a successful hit.

>>4658395
... listen here, did you just post a weapon that can be jacked off by women to make jizz-potions? And if used too often creates some kind of transgendered warrior people?
... hold on, I have to go masturbate now.

The Paradox Pistol

None know how this firearm came to be. Because of the temporal flux inherent with its use, it is possible that its creator wrote themselves out of existence through use of their own invention. Others have theorised that it is from Outside all we know, an artifact of creatures to whom our lives are nothing more than amusements. The chaos this gun creates would amuse them immensely, if one follows this train of thought.

While it resembles an otherwise normal Colt 1911, it is in fact one solid peice of metal without any moving parts, as if made by someone who knew only what a gun looked like externally, not what went into it's construction.

When one points it at a target and applies pressure to the trigger, the Paradox Pistol spring into action. Reaching through time and space, it plucks a bullet already in motion from some point in the past, present or future. In nanoseconds, this bullet is put in position that makes it likely to hit home, and let fly.

In practice, this is a gun with above average accuracy and never requiring a reload. The bullets it takes are of random calibre and make, from Derringers to Howitzers. But use of this weapon is not without risk. By firing it, you risk taking a bullet that would have killed or wounded someone, thus altering history. What if you took the bullet that would have killed JFK, or the sniper's round that should have killed Hitler?

The user is the only one who can percieve these changes, if they happen. And more than one past user wrote themselves out of history. Weild this weapon with care...

>>4660881
Old pasta, but good pasta.

Hmm... dunno if it's in quite the spirit of what's currently in the thread (i.e. unique weapons, cool history), but I came up with a weapon for particular setting.
Reimaran Greatbow:
A bow the size of a grown man, enchanted over the period of months to get the weight and balance exact for each archer - and the archers themselves are chosen from only the best that the Royal Guard has to offer.
The bow itself appears to be simply a large, ornate bow with strong magical resonance, but it it designed to fire two feet long metal arrows that are also enchanted, although this also depends on the preferences of the archer (or more likely their commanding officer). Explosive or returning arrows are common enough, with the latter sometime being powerful enough to return with other objects attached that were formerly a part of a target.
Most recently, the bows have been put to use in slowly blasting enemy skyships into bits.

>>4660922

It's not THAT old. hopefully THIS thread doesn't dissolve into a pointless wankery over whether the bullets make a sound or not...

>>4660922

Actually old idea, not pasta. Since I literally just wrote that and it was all seat of my pants stuff.

And I am the guy who came up with it, just used this thread as an excuse to give it a little more fleshing out.

>>4661000
Yeah, but in the sense of being already seen by large number of people, it's old.
Not OLD old, just old.
Time fœr sleep.

>>4661024

So, what your saying is age is more to do with exposure than actually passage of time?

Hermits are immortal and Britney Spears is a million years old derp derp derp

>>4657923
It's sort of like a non-sentient Soul Edge.

There was once, as there always have been, a time of trouble. A great and tyrannical lich came into the land, with with him, came hordes of the fleshless dead.

He set the lands to the torch, enslaving those he did not murder, and corrupting all those he did murder into hideous mockeries of life. Such was the power of his numberless, fearless, and lifeless minions that only the greatest stronghold of all the world stood against them. An enormous castle built into the side of a mountain range. So cold was it that the lich and his minions could only siege the stronghold from a single side. And so he did. Millions of shambling mindless corpses marched upon them.

And they fell. Over one hundred thousand died that day, and with it, the hope of humanity. Only one survived, the chief cleric of a church of pelor. Seeing that the city was lost, he fled into the mountains, into the snow deeper than 10 men. He marched for 12 straight hours higher into the mountain, clutching the holy symbol of his church in his solidly frozen fingers, until he reached the top. He thrust his symbol to the sky, and the snow stopped, the clouds parted, and the sun shined. Such was the state of his body and his proximity to the heat that his body was badly singed, and he died of shock, taken into pelor's grace. The heat of the sun had an even more dramatic effect on the snow of the enormous mountain range.

The lifeless armies did not stop to celebrate their victory, instead marching forward through a pass in the mountains toward the rest of the living. And that is when pelor's grace buried them. The snow and slush raced down onto the unholy dead, crushing them, but Pelor was not complete, He melted all of the snow with the power of the sun, submerging the corpses beneath an ocean, before allowing it to freeze again, so that all who used the mountain pass may tread upon them.

At the very bottom of the eternally frozen lake lies the frozen corpse of a priest of Pelor, and his solid gold holy symbol.

>>4661151
Nice.

>>4660881
Um, didn't Hitler commit suicide?

>>4661201
Yes.
Because someone used the Paradox Pistol and stole that bullet that was supposed to kill him.

A SHOOTA WOT WAS SO BIG IT USED ALL DA MATTA IN DA UNIVERZ AN' DER WEREN'T NUFFIN LEFT
SO DEY 'AD TO MAKE DA AMMO WIF ANTI-MATTA INSTED

DAT WAS A BIG BANG

Bloodthirster:

This is a cursed greatsword. Whenever you roll damage for an attack, roll a DC (10 + damage) WIll Save.
If you fail, you undergo Improved Frenzy and receive all of the abilities of a 10th level Frenzied Berserker.
There is no time limit for this Frenzy. It is permanant. The only way to leave it is to succeed on the DC 20 Will Save.
If there's no other living creature within the vicinity, the user must target himself with a Coup de Grace every turn until he automatically dies or break free of the Improved Frenzy.

The history behind it? A blacksmith's son was made an orphan when his town was raided. Hiding in a chimney, he watched as his family was butchered by barbarians, in horror and fear. He did not leave until a day had passed and when he did, he was filled with rage beyond imaginining. With all but the raw materials and basic tools stolen from his father's workship, he set about building a great weapon with nothing but revenge in mind. He poured all of his hate and all of his anger into the weapon, until the day it was complete. It was an unassuming, crude item. A weapon of war, nothing more or less. Taking it in his hands, he tracked the murderers of his village to a nearby camp.
The bandits on guard duty laughed at him, attempting to wrestle the sword from his hands as he approached them. Instead, the boy violently withdrew and slashed the guards' throats open. Blood splashed over his face and a sadistic light filled his eyes. They killed his people. Now he would kill theirs.
No one survived the massacre. Every man, woman, child and beast died. The boy slaughtered everything he could see, he turned the blade on himself, and impaled his body.
The greatsword has been passed down thousands of hands, every carrier dying violently, slaughtering everyone around him. It won't be too long now until it eventually falls into the hands of a group of eager, fool-hardy adventurers...

>>4661379
WOT IF WE PAINTED IT RED?

>>4661379
Okay, who let the Orks into the books again?

>>4661387

NO, YEW STINKIN' GROT. YELLER IZ FER DAKKA!

In eons past in the red-earthed land of Karthak, the sorcerer-kingdoms of yore built a grand empire on the backs of a million slaves, who were worked to death to cover the earth in decaying flesh. From these corpse-fields grew the most bountiful harvests in the world for over one thousand years, creating a surplus of wealth that allowed for great military conquest that resulted in "The Old Empire", whose ruins now litter our landscale like so many jagged shark-teeth jutting forth from the sand. For in their hubris and their greed, the sorcerer-kings sacrificed a million of their own people, and in doing so fed their anguish and their hatred to the land. And the land spit it forth again, in the form of a million death knights, who slaughtered every man woman and child in that empire. For a hundred years we of the northern tribes stayed far from that cursed land, fearful of the wrath of the land, but finally we ventured forth, and found naught but a mountain of skulls in the middle of their great fields, and upon the very top sat a black, double-bladed ax, with grooves carved into its consistently cold steel. When swung, a wail like the slitting of a thousand throats split the air as the air swept through those grooves, magnified a thousand times by some sick magics torn from the bload-soaked land. The man amongst us who pulled it free was named Kal'Ceska, and he became the Shard of Evil, the Hunter of Karthak, the Scourge of Souls, the Eater of Minds, the Reaver of Screams, and when he finally fell at the hands of the 30 white monks of Sarke, his ax was tied in chains of silvered steel, each engraved with the secret names of a hundred angels, and welded into a wheel-shaped tomb with 30 spokes, in each of which a monk meditated and fasted until death, to seal the blade forever. This tomb is rumored to lay beneath the black marsh of Osterth, and none but the most foolhardy would seek it out...

>>4661201

"Should" implies "didn't".

>>4661433
What does the ax do?

>>4661468
Conservative guess: It's a cursed to fuck keen vorpal wounding +5 greataxe.

>>4661468
+1 greataxe.

bump

Might as well make an Ork Epic weapon. After much experimentation This is da biggest axe an ORK can 'Old. DA ding is assisted by A POwah claw like attachement that runs down da arm to MAke swinging it possible. A Mad Dok usually has to graft some more muscles on the Arm Too. The Head of a axe is covered A GY-GYrat-Moving Chain which is on FIRE. On the SIDE of da Axe there Are Cheques Of red and yellow. At the back of da axe there A rocket to make it go Fasta. The yellow is for da guns Mounted on it's Side THAt fire on KOntakt with da ding and fire Bullets Da size of A warboss Fist. It is Called

THRASHA

>>4664001
>>4664001
Thats Nothing. Behold. The Planet Choppa!

Inside a crystal, separated by millimeters are the tears of an angel and the blood of a demon. The device is a trump card devised by the church for when these two components mix they burn red hot with holy and unholy energy as both liquids try to neutralize each other. When thrown the small piece of enchanted glass that separates the two breaks. The resulting holy and unholy explosion can vaporize the unarmored in heartbeats. The reaction lasts minutes.

>>4664118
sooo.... a holy hand grenade?

>>4664147
Basicly

yeah

Dwarf Nuke

>>4658203
I am buildning my campaign around this. Thanks, man!

>>4658340

>>4665673
I meant to say, does it do damage to the user?

Ice Pick of Fire.