Intelligent evil soul-eating Fullblade.

weapon (melee)

Its blade is not made of mere metal, but instead appears to be forged from the night sky. Stars sparkle along the length of its blade and its hilt is forged of the finest obsidian carved with intricate faces twisted in permanent agony. Closer examination of the sword reveals that it radiates a frigid energy that chills both body and soul; merely touching the blade invites excruciating pain. Stare into the black blade for too long, and a part of you despairs that it may never stop falling.

(Blackrazor says, “Enough about me, now let’s talk about… me!”)

Ballad of the Black Blade
By Azure Mollusk Sect

I have this feeling that my luck is none too good
This sword here at my side don’t act the way it should
Keeps calling me its master, but I feel like its slave
Hauling me faster and faster to an early, early grave
And it howls, it howls like hell
I’m told it’s my duty to fight against the law
That wizardry’s my trade and I was born to wade through gore
I just want to be a lover, not a red-eyed screaming ghoul
I wish it’d pick another to be its killing tool

I am the black blade, forged a million years ago
Everywhere I spread my shade
Bringing to you tears of woe
Laying waste to knights and dames
My wielder is my slave
I don’t care about your names
Your souls are what I crave!

Black blade! Black blade!
Forged a billion years ago
Black blade! Black blade!
Killing so its power can grow

I am the cosmic champion and I hold a mystic sign
Using its power to clean up this city’s slime.
But the people around me keep dying and the burdens mine
The black sword keeps on killing ’til the end of time.

Ooooh Black blade!
Disrupting my ki’s flow
And it’s making me feel frayed.
It gets stronger ’til I meet my end.
Bringing chaos to the world we know
Forcing my mind to bend and bend.

The black blade
Forged a million billion years ago
My cosmic sword goes on for eternity
Carving out destiny
Bringing in the lords of chaos
Bringing up the beasts of Hades
Sucking out the souls of heroes
Laying waste to knights and ladies
My master is my slave

(Blackrazor says, “Hey there Baby. C’mon pick me up. Pick me up, man.”)


Fallcrest Campaign WillOwen MichaelVarischetti