Hero's Shield V.0.75

Description The legends says that this shield was used by a great hero in the past, and that they fought with only this shield and no other weapon, conquering and defeating every enemy that faced him. The shield is a buckler type shield, made of an iron-like material, with a green gem right in the middle. The gem does not seem to be removable.

Weakest Soul The four legendary weapons were created by a long lost ritual, one where the soul of a humanoid creature would be merged inside a weapon, creating an artifact of unknown strenght. While similar to sentient weapons, Legendary Weapons are not weapons that gain an innate intelligence, but items with a soul, thus bound to the said soul and morphing based on the soul inside of it.

A Shield is not a weapon When the legendary weapons were created, the idea was to create a Spear, a Sword, a Bow and a Scythe. The weapon were created by the best smiths of the world, prepared to let the war end. Still, not everything went as planned. the spear became a Glaive, the Sword became a Katana, the Bow became a Shortbow and the Scythe... The most useless Legendary Weapon, a Shield.

History Unraveled The shield can be questioned regarding its past, who it was and why it came to be, with a successful DC20 persuasion check. On a failure, the shield will sound unresponding, as if nothing was asked. If successful, it will then start showing images of its past life, before becoming a tribute for the Legendary Shield. "M-My lord. are you sure? While it will be for the cause to end the war, you know well enough what kind of magic you're capable of..." The young butler said to the old noble, trying to persuade him and to insinuate his unaptidute "That has no bearing to the case! I am old, left everything to my son, and there is no need for me to continue living! My magic will be enough!" The noble said with an unique rage. He seemed sure. On the altar a priest, a mage and other siluettes are seen, all ready. "You can start. It has been a pleasure being under your care, Maofur." The noble's face relaxed, now showing the face of an old man remineshing the past. "I... sob I'll always remember you, my lords.... No, Nao." The old noble sits by a scythe as long as him, with a thin handle and a large blade. "We shall now start" says the main priest, before starting to chant a ritual. As the ritual ends and the light disappear, everyone reels back at the horror, cussing and despising the damned noble. "That.... THAT BASTARD, THAT USELESS FATMAN! HOW COULD THIS HAVE HAPPENED!" Before them, a shield had appeared, instead of the scythe. Quickly and with one motion, the butler took the shield to himself, engulfed in a black flame, the flame of hatred. "Whoever discusses my lord... BURN TO DEATH!"