Weapon

Rare

Minimum Intelligence Requirement: 20

Range: 10ft.

Intellect Aligned: Add your Intelligence Score to weapon damage as True Damage.

Memory of the Hollow Witch. While holding this weapon, add a +20 cold to spell damage.

Witchblade. This weapon can be used as a spellcasting focus.

Enlightened. While holding this item, you can cast an additional cantrip as a bonus action.

Ring. Each time you attack with this weapon, determine the damage based on the roll as outlined in the damage section.

Pen Before the Sword. Use your intelligence modifier instead of your strength for this weapon.


Damage:

1-5 : 3d12 Slashing + 10 Acid

5-10 : 3d12 Slashing + 20 Necrotic

10-15 : 5d12 Cold + 10 Piercing

15-19 : 3d12 Slashing + 10 Cold + 10 Necrotic

20 : Pick any of the above options.





Forged by Belial Ganbold, you hold a blade that cradles a chime within the heart of its fuller. This sword, marked by its elongated, slender silhouette, parades an unparalleled mastery of balance and the dark arts of advanced metallurgy.

The blade, wrought from iron so pure it mirrors the unblemished expanse of winter's first snow, bears no scars of imperfection—no pits, no inclusions. This purity is a proof to a smelting process both old and complex, involving the metal being folded upon itself countless times, until it begins to resemble the intricate lattice of ice crystals that cling to the windows of the North during the deepest freeze. The pommel takes the shape of a serpent's open maw, ready to strike, while the hilt is a marvel of craftsmanship, resembling a pair of slender arms.

Nestled in the hilt, a sacred chime dangles, repurposed to house the essence of the Hollow Witch of the North. With each movement, the chime sings a soft haunting melody. A closer look within the chime reveals the initials "C.M." engraved inside.


"...thrice echoes wandered...The first, devoured by gluttony...The second, caught in the web of knowing...her sooth a lock without a clavis, a song without a voice...The third, rent asunder by the filch of the core, sought vengeance...It is writ in the murmurs...the shade of the least tread forth anew...crucible, wrought from the union of sorrow's depth and...'cross chasm 'twixt was and...The orphan's vein, o libation...to whispers new."


- Part of a song heard quietly by Belial Ganbold in the creation of the blade

Weight: 5lb