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Fateweaver's Maul

weapon (maul), very rare (requires attunement)

This heavy, iron maul is imbued with a strange magic. The head of the maul is etched with swirling designs that seem to shimmer with an otherworldly light.

Magic Weapon

You have a +2 bonus to attack and damage rolls with this magic weapon.

Parity's Favor

Whenever you hit a creature with this maul and you rolled an even number on the attack roll, you deal an additional bludgeoning damage.

Prophetic Strike

Before making an attack roll, you can choose a number between 2 and 19. If you roll that exact number on the d20 and the attack hits, fate aligns in your favor. You roll damage as if it were a critical hit.

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Lore

In the heart of the Forgedeep Mountains, where the very stones whispered tales of creation, lived Borin "Stonehammer" Grimforge. Unlike his kin, content with traditional axe and shield, Borin craved a weapon that danced with fate itself. His hammer sang a song of fire and steel, but his dreams resonated with a different melody, one that promised to nudge destiny in favor of the worthy.

One night, under a sky ablaze with a meteor shower, Borin felt a strange pull. He ventured deep into the mountain, drawn by an unseen force. There, nestled amongst glowing crystals and humming with otherworldly energy, lay a single, perfect iron ingot. It pulsed with a faint light, unlike any metal Borin had ever seen. He knew, with a certainty that settled deep in his bones, that this was the answer to his yearning.
For weeks, Borin toiled in his forge, the fires hotter, the hammer blows more precise than ever before. The strange metal resisted his every attempt to shape it, its alien nature a constant challenge. Just as despair threatened to consume him, a vision struck Borin. He saw swirling patterns, a dance of numbers that resonated with the very essence of fate. With newfound purpose, Borin etched these patterns onto the glowing iron, his hammer guided by the vision.
The forge pulsed with an otherworldly light as the final rune was etched. The iron, once resistant, flowed like liquid under Borin's hammer. When he finally emerged, blinking from the heat, he held aloft a magnificent maul. The head, etched with the swirling patterns of his vision, seemed to shimmer with an inner light. This was the Fateweaver's Maul, a weapon not just of steel, but of destiny itself.
Suddenly the cavern echoed with the clash of steel and the roar of the beast. Grothfang the Devourer, an ogre corrupted by a hidden wellspring of dark magic, emerged from the depths of the mountain, threatening to lay waste to the dwarven mines. Borin, his beard bristling with defiance, hefted the Fateweaver's Maul.
Grothfang, muscles bulging and eyes glowing with unnatural malice, swung his massive fist at Borin. The dwarf, dwarven for his size but nimble for his kind, sidestepped with a grunt. The Fateweaver's Maul whistled through the air, connecting with a resounding clang against Grothfang's armored shoulder. The runes on the head pulsed faintly, and the ogre roared in pain, a flicker of surprise crossing his bestial features.
The battle raged on, a dance of death in the flickering torchlight. Borin, fueled by his own creation and the generations of Grimforge spirit that coursed through his veins, pressed his attack. With each swing of the Fateweaver's Maul, he felt a strange guidance, a nudge towards openings he wouldn't have noticed before. A blow that seemed destined to miss found its mark, glancing off Grothfang's tusk and sending the beast reeling. The runes on the maul hummed with each successful strike, a testament to the weapon's otherworldly power.
Finally, with a desperate heave, Borin slammed the Fateweaver's Maul into Grothfang's knee. The ogre crumpled with a deafening roar, the cavern walls shaking with the impact. Weakened and defeated, Grothfang fell prey to the combined might of Borin and his kin, the corrupted magic flickering and dying in his eyes.
As the dwarven defenders secured the mines, Borin stood panting, sweat dripping from his brow. The Fateweaver's Maul felt warm in his hand, the runes glowing faintly. He, Borin Stonehammer Grimforge, had not only dreamt of a weapon that influenced fate, he had forged it. The legacy of the Fateweaver's Maul, and the destiny woven into its very metal, had begun.

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