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Reaper's Crescendo

weapon (longsword), legendary (requires attunement)

Forged in the shadowy depths of the Underworld, this longsword is etched with runes that thrum with necrotic energy. The blade is said to be a fragment of Death’s own scythe, craving the life force of those it cuts.

Magic Weapon

You have a +3 bonus to attack and damage rolls with this magic weapon.

Soul Rend

On a successful hit, the sword deals an additional necrotic damage as it begins to siphon the target’s life force. With each consecutive hit against the same target, the necrotic damage increases as follows: , , , , , and finally .

Life Leech

You gain temporary hit points equal to half the necrotic damage dealt by this sword.

Eternal Thirst

If a target is slain by this weapon, you gain advantage on your next attack roll against a new target, as the blade hungers for a fresh soul.

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Lore

In the dimly lit chamber of the Whispering Crypts, where the veil between the mortal realm and the afterlife is thin, there existed a ruthless killer named Kael. His life had been a symphony of violence, each note played with precision and cruelty. His blade, a mere instrument, had sung countless dirges for the fallen.

Kael’s reputation reached the ears of Bhaal, the Lord of Murder, who reveled in the art of death and the chaos it wrought. Bhaal was intrigued by the mortal’s unyielding thirst for blood, his relentless pursuit of souls. The god appeared before Kael, a figure cloaked in blood-red shadows, and offered him a pact: a weapon forged from the very essence of murder itself.
Kael knelt before the blood-stained anvil, the Reaper’s Crescendo laid bare. Its blade, etched with runes of murder, pulsed with a dark energy. The hilt, shaped like a skeletal hand, seemed to beckon him. Kael’s eyes met Bhaal’s, and the god whispered the sword’s name into his mind.
“Reaper’s Crescendo,” Kael murmured, his voice echoing in the crypt. The blade was a fragment of Bhaal’s own murderous intent, a shard of his divine power. It hungered for souls, craved the life force of those it cut. Kael accepted the pact, swearing to end as many lives as possible, to send a vast number of souls to their deaths.
Kael’s path became a crimson crescendo. He stalked battlefields, haunted alleyways, and moonlit streets. His blade sang as it sliced through flesh and bone, each strike adding to the symphony of death. The dark energy surged, and Kael reveled in the agony of his victims.
The sword whispered secrets to him—names, faces, sins. Kael became a reaper, a conductor of souls. The more he killed, the stronger the blade grew. It siphoned life force, leaving behind empty husks. Kael’s eyes glowed with the same malevolence as the sword.
Kael’s existence blurred into a fevered nightmare. He no longer slept, only hunted. The sword granted him temporary respite, filling him with stolen vitality. But it demanded more. Each slain soul fueled its hunger, and Kael’s sanity frayed.
He became a legend, whispered about in taverns and forgotten temples. The Reaper’s Crescendo was his shadow, an extension of his wrath. Kael’s heart beat in rhythm with the blade, and he reveled in the symphony of death.
But even immortality has its price. Kael’s skin withered, his eyes sunken. The sword’s thirst consumed him, and he knew the final movement approached. He sought Bhaal once more, standing at the edge of oblivion.
“I have kept my end of the pact,” Kael rasped. “Now release me.” Bhaal’s laughter echoed through the crypt. The god revealed the truth: Kael’s soul was bound to the blade. Death would never claim him.
And so, Kael wanders the world, eternally cursed. The Reaper’s Crescendo remains at his side, its blade still hungry. Kael’s symphony continues, a discordant melody of bloodshed. He is no longer a man but a legend—a cautionary tale for those who seek power at the cost of their very soul.

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