~Lexicons claw the creation and story~
Long ago around the time war started between the kingdoms a shape shifter warrior had two claws created by the blacksmith in the shape shifter kingdom. The claws were the black smiths finest work yet, they fit the warriors hands perfectly a cat like claw on each finger the palm perfectly protected so that if you were wearing them you could grab onto any sharp object without fear of being cut, the metal was light weight but strong. The blacksmith showed them to anyone who entered his shop, until the warrior came to pick them up.
The day before the warrior had been made the kingdoms second Champion his war prowess a prize to the kingdom. He had only been beaten by one man and that was the first champion a silent dark character who rarely talked.
The next day the warrior came to the blacksmiths shop and picked up his claws, he had bag filled with clothes food and other supplies strapped on his back, the warrior took the claws far to the east into the uncharted territory of the time to marshlands where druids and witches were rumored to live.
The warrior walked into a small villae his claws shining in the sunlight on his hands, there were people outside houses with stands selling horrifying objects things that made the war hardened champion shudder at the thought of where they had gotten them, the champion walked down the road to a bg house, he assumed the elder of the village lived here, he was wrong, a priest who practiced the dark arts of magic opened the door.
“why hello there sir is there anything I can do for you?” the priest asked his eyes twinkling slightly
“you may, do you know magic?” the champion asked looking at the man.
The priest grinned a evil grin, “why yes I do…come in… come in…” the priest stood straight his lanky body stretching and his bones cracking his food deprived body sickened the champion but the champion didn’t say a word and just walked into the man’s house.
The champion walked down the hall the man following after shutting the door, “just in here…” the man said gesturing towards a door, the champion entered into what appeared to be a living room of sorts, there was a piano in the corner, the rugs were all stained with blood and on the tables sat knives of all different shapes and sizes, the Champion didn’t dare get a good look at all o the room but sat in a chair, “what is it I can do for you sir?” the priest said sitting down in the chair opposite the champion.
The champion unlatched and pulled of his claws, “I’d like you too enchant these for me please, enchant them so that they can make me the greatest warrior of all time un stoppable and un beatable by any man woman or child, no by an creature be they god or man alike.” The champion set the claws down on a clear spot on the table between him and the man.
The priest sighed slowly, “I can do so.” He said reaching out for the claws his hand stopping and hovering over the claws, “for a fee.” The champion nodded and dropped a bag of gold coins on the table between the two claws, “very good,” the priest said scooping up the claws and money in his hands, you may stay here while I enchant your claws.” The priest said and stood up and walked out of the room leaving eh champion there pondering if he had made the right choice had his lust for power made him think unwisely?
The priest moved down the hall even farther past a stair case and finally out the back door and into his back yard there was a small hut out back the windows painted black to keep all unnecessary light out. The priest stepped into his hut and locked the door waving his right hand in front of him he cast a fire spell three candles lit up instantly the priest set the claws down and went to work.
The champion stayed at the man’s house for three days waiting for him to complete his claws, when the man he had hired returned the claws new and no longer twins to the warrior the priest explained the left claw (the one that now looked totally different) would heal him in battle instantly and keep him alive, where as the right claw (looked almost exactly like the blacksmiths design only it has glowing red Celtic symbols all over it. would increase his speed, and if he used the speed increase to his advantage that his strength would be doubled.
But what the priest didn’t tell the champion was that if the claws were separated after a life time of use and blood collection the claws would drive their owner mad, but if keep together the owner would be immortal for all time un stoppable and unable to die until he took them off.
Years passed, and the warrior grew tired of life. The warrior took off his claws for good. He fell in love with a woman and they married and had two sons, the father unknowing of the curse of insanity and bloodlust bestowed upon the wearer if the claws we’re split up gave them to his sons.
They two boys grew up learning to fight and kill using their claws every chance they got until the boy who had gained the blood oath claw went insane and got killed, in his will he left his son the claw telling him to learn to fight with it. The other brother however went missing, he disappeared in time, his claw causing him to go insane every 500 years or so but then healing his mind and making him sane again, life went on for the boy his features twisting and changing the claw was molding him, every time the boy was injured the claw would heal him but something about him would change in the process, to insane with power the boy never thought to take the claw off, and thus the grim’s ward has yet to be found still in possession of it’s second owner as he goes through life insane.
((note this is for the Endless War RP i am in))
