Magic Item: Lilarcor

Weapon (Greatsword) , rare , (requires attunement)

Forgotten (or perhaps left) under the perilous Athkatlan sewers, this magical greatsword is imduded with the personality of a legendary village idiot, Lawerence Lilarcor.

You can a +2 bonus to attack and damage rolls made with this magic weapon. Any character who attunes to Lilarcor learns its legend, descibed below. It has the following additional properties.

Diplomatic Immunity. While attuned to and using Lilarcor, you are immune to being charmed.

Sentience. Lilarcor is a sentient chaotic neutral weapon with an intelligence and wisdom of 8 , and a charisma of 18 . The weapon can speak, understand, and read common, and speaks by projecting its voice- as if the blade was its mouthpiece. Lilarcor carries its voice with a small rural twang.

Personality. Lilarcor seeks destruction, combat, and bloodshed . It constantly goads his owner to fight arbitrarily, but has no power to actually force its owner to follow through its commands. Lilarcor, perhaps due to a lack of intelligence or care, doesn't realize the greater consequences of wanton violence. When not fighting, Lilarcor alleviates its bordem by cracking wise at its owner and allies. It is not known whether this enchanted weapon is actually Lawerence Lilarcor himself, perhaps imprisoned by an evil mage or some other odd coincidence of fate, but the sword certainly acts in a manner consistent with his level of competence. If it is he, he has never bemoaned his captivity. He might not realize, or care that he is no longer a human. As a weapon, Lilarcor has its uses, but many a warrior has eventually given it away.

The Legend of Lawerence Lilarcor

Lawrence Lilarcor was well known, not for being brave, but an idiot.

As the tale goes, the boastful Lilarcor left his village at the urging of his friends so that the "great hero" could do battle with a devious Treant.

He walked for days in the dead of winter until, feverish, he found his target and began an epic wrestling match. Unfortunately (or perhaps luckily), the "Treant" was nothing more than a craggy old normal oak.

His friends had been jesting, not actually expecting that Lilarcor would go fight the fictitiously dangerous tree.

That might have been the end of it, but Lilarcor, not really knowing what a Treant was in the first, didn't realize the truth. He eventually uprooted the oak and, marching proudly home, he declared himself a hero.

Thus was born a laughing stock of epic proportions, and over time the name of Lilarcor became the sacrificial fool in many tales and stories for children.