A bone blade with no sign of having been worked. The daughter blades are pulled from the bodies of the slain, bodies that – if left unburied – twist and change in cancerous growths becoming little more than a tumour of lamenting bone and flesh, a fate worse than death itself.
From the bodies of the slain grow new blades like spurs that emerge from the flesh. One who grasps the knife by the blade and pulls it free becomes its master or mistress. 1d4 blades will ‘fruit’ from each kill.
The blades are unbreakable, unnaturally sharp and tainted by dark magic. They also carry a strong compulsion to… breed.
The daughter knives have +1 to hit, +1 to damage and do 1d5 (1d10 halved rounding up) damage.
Legend has it that there is a mother knife, the origin of all the blades that have since followed, one far more powerful. If such exists the Mother Knife would have +3 to hit, +3 to damage and would do 1d8 damage, despite still being a mere knife.
Artfully disturbing. But what spawned the mother knife?
Legend has it that The Mother was taunting the Crone for being old, dried up and childless. Her anger enflamed the Crone sought to engender life within a sword maiden in the old time. The Crone can only make death though, not life. The sword maiden was twisted and died under the Crone’s blessing, birthing the mother knife. Or so the legend says…