Furrowed Wake

Description

A Furrowed Wake is a stout wooden stick, reinforced with bands of green iron and inlaid with tempest jade decorations. It allows a skilled magician to twist their magic to throw a target to the ground rather than driving them out of their presence. In many ways this is a superior method of capturing an opponent to the more traditional entangle spell.

Imperial Orc Warcasters favour this staff when having learnt the Repel spell. It allows them to get up close and personal with their opponents without them running away, and when using the furrowed wake they can often hear the voice of an ancestor screamingly urging them to brutalize their enemy as they are on the ground, calling it the Stave of Antecedent Might. It is also useful for Thief-takers' when a group of pole-arm wielders contains a few Warcasters and their tactic involves knocking their quarry to the ground. It allows the Warcasters to be part of the disciplined strategy.

There is debate among nations about which rune this staff should be marked with. Among the Navarr, Winterfolk and Varushkans Mawrig, the rune of Storms, is used, for the ability to surprise and bring down the weak. However in Highguard, the League and Urizen Mawrig represents Disaster and is seen as a particularly ill omen. They instead prefer to mark their Furrowed Wakes with Xun, rune of Transformations, representing the transition from the magical to the physical. For this reason in Urizen it is often decorated with iridescent butterfly wings gaining attacks with it the sobriquet Butterfly Wing Storm.

Rules

• Form: Weapon. Takes the form of a staff. You must be wielding this implement to use its magical properties.
• Requirement: You must have both the magician and battle mage skills to bond to this item.
• Effect: Twice per day when you cast the repel spell, you may call STRIKEDOWN rather than REPEL.
• Materials: Crafting a furrowed wake requires twelve ingots of tempest jade, nine measures of iridescent gloaming, three measures of ambergelt. and five ingots of green iron. It takes one month to make one of these items.

"And so we see that while it is quite easy to project force THUS!", she muttered a word, reached out a hand and released a pulse of energy that sent one of her two already-bruised acolytes flying across the courtyard to be pinned to a wall with a wet smack. She drew forth a small rod from her robes and touched it to the other acolyte, "We must still always be prepared for the relatively simple matter of adjusting that force to act in a crucially different way." She spoke a word of power again, and the other acolyte's legs where whipped from under him, toppling him onto the hard cobbles of the training yard. "Here ends today's lessons."

"It is our honour to learn at your feet, mistress", the two acolytes wheezed in unison.