Barbed Spear

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Brand with Barbed Spear

Armour by White Rose Apparel
Barbed spear by Skian Mhor

Description

The first barbed spears were crafted and wielded in combat by the Navarr, but they are not the only people to make use of these weapons. In the League the weapon is sometimes called a Biting Glaive, and valued for it's ability to inspire terror in opponents. In some quarters these weapons are also known as Teeth of Vengeance, because they are often used to ensure the death of an opponent who has harmed the wielder or one of her companions dies. This specific usage of the barbed spear has caused concern in the Synod because it can help to encourage unvirtuous behaviour.

While it is common for a barbed spear to bear the rune Rhyv, as with weapons that have a negative effect on both wielder and foe the barbed spear is often marked with the rune Irremais.

Rules

• Form: Pole-arm. Despite the name any pole-arm may be a barbed spear.
• Effect:You may spend a hero point to call VENOM with this weapon. You are also effected by the venom.
• Materials: Crafting a barbed spear requires fourteen measures of beggar's lye, ten ingots of green iron, eight ingots of orichalcum and six measures of iridescent gloaming. It takes one month to make one of these items.

Iuceph leant back and the two-handed battleaxe swept harmlessly over his head. He struck out to the left, and turned the movement into a tight spin, striking to the right and then rolling forward. He came to his feet, his heart pounding, his breath short, every muscle protesting. Both his opponents were still standing. He felt as if he was on fire.

He leapt forward, striking out again, catching one of the bandits across the shoulder, then twisted away before the woman could close the distance, thrusting his weapon into the side of a fourth opponent. He jumped and rolled again, swerving his body away from the answering thrust of the last brigand's clumsy halberd strike.

He felt dizzy for a moment. He wiped his hand across his forehead, and it came away with a sticky mixture of sweat, blood and yellow paint. He frowned. One of the bandits must have marked him at some point in his charge. He didn't remember it. The adrenaline began to sour, and he became aware of the familiar fizzing ache of the venom in his body. He looked over his shoulder to check what he already knew; that the dance was done.

The reavers lay where they had fallen, still, breathless. The brigands he had marked had tried to flee. They knew as soon as his glaive bit them that there would be no mercy for them today. They lay still now, each marked a second time by one of Graciana's arrows. These men and women, maddened by privation or greed, had learnt a hard and final lesson here today.

Now that the fight was done, the village healer came hurrying over with a flask of apricot brandy, swirling it vigorously to mix the sanguine hibiscus with the sweet liquor. The kohan accepted it with a nod and a strained smile, and allowed the doctor to tend his wounds and quiet the tempest in his blood.