Not So Heroic
The Singing Darkness
Item Type: Weapon (Dagger)
Property: +1 to hit and damage per tier, change to Cold damage and back again as a free action
Quirk: The character feels extreme sadness, crying and/or humming funeral dirges
The Pain of Guilt (Free Action) When an enemy is hit with Lusacan’s Nocturne, the wielder may inflict an additional 1d10 damage (per tier) as Lusacan’s feeling of guilt floods into the enemy and wreaks havoc on their psyche. But Lusacan’s guilt is so strong that it feeds into the wielder as well, who takes the same damage.
Champion Tier (Level 4+)
The Shock of Loss: (Free Action, Once Per Battle, Recharge 11+) An enemy hit with Lusacan’s Nocturne feels of shock at losing a loved one or important thing and Dazes them (save ends).
Epic Tier (Level 8+)
The Song of Lament: (Standard Action, Once Per Battle, Recharge 16+) – The wielder focuses on the weeping songs of Lusacan still echoing in the blade and unleashes it at 1d3 nearby enemies who are Weakened (save ends).
Lusacan, the Dragon of Night, once was said to have fallen in love with an Elf maiden of unsurpassed poise, beauty, and intelligence. Though her name has been lost to the mists of history, if she ever existed at all, she was said to have been more bright than the stars and moon combined and Lusacan was unable to tear his eyes from her. He approached her in mortal guise and, in time, she fell in love with him as well.
But no mortal may remain in the embrace of one of the Dragon Gods for long, and Lusacan was pulled away by his duties and other interests. But he had underestimated the depth of her feelings for him, as well as his feelings for her. When Lusacan disappeared, the woman despaired and took her own life with the only thing he had left behind with her, a long hunting knife made of (unknown to her) forged moonbeams and starlight.
When Lusacan returned after completing his tasks, he found her body still warm and laying in a puddle of blood. He wept tears of utter darkness that stained the quicksilver blade. Forever were his weeping and songs of mourning embedded into the dagger that claimed his love’s life. When the blade that came to be known as Lusacan’s Nocturne is drawn, those same sounds and songs can be heard once more, chilling the soul as much as the icy touch of the stained silver blade does the flesh of those it cuts.