Veln, Spear of the Mad Paladin
"...In the year 851 Re, a new paladin was ordained: A woman by the name of Lyri of Grestvyt, who had distinguished herself in battle by slaying multiple Leskeln by her own hands. In line with tradition, her appointment saw her bestowed with a weapon created by one of the Fyrstbairn. The weapon she received was of the type which she favoured most; a spear. Forged by the famed smith Seventine, who ruled over the province of Catun, it was given a name in the Ormr tongue..."
"...The Butcher of God, which the Mad Paladin, Lyri of Grestvyt, used to strike down Forfir in his tent..."
"...The accursed spear, endowed with dark magic, which took the life of the Wyrm Lord..."
"...Said to have been cursed by the Leskeln, for how else could it have killed one who was beyond death?..."
"...The Betrayer's greatspear, with which she brought to an end the greatest empire the world had ever known..."
"...The weapon of Lyri of Grestvyt, which she wielded in the Battle of Pasdjit to slay three of the members of the Band of the Phoenix..."
"...Her endless bloodlust unable to be sated merely by slaying the Wyrm Lord, she would later turn her spear on the first saint of the Rukhmarite faith and two of his companions..."
"...The unholy weapon wielded by the Great Enemy, the Demon Lyri, to bring an end to Lihwen the Noble's life..."
"...A weapon that, no matter whose hands it fell into, could never be wielded for good."
"To speak its name aloud is to bring ruin upon not only oneself, but all that which they hold dear."
"The weapon's name was:"
Veln
The Butcherer of God
Veln was a spear that belonged to and was wielded by Lyri of Grestvyt. It was awarded to her at the time of her promotion to the rank of Paladin as part of the role's tradition. The spear itself was forged by the legendary blacksmith Seventine of Catun, and was wielded by Lyri from 851 Re to her death in 863 Re.
It is infamous for having been used to kill multiple well-known figures from Pretheyan history. In the hands of Lyri of Grestvyt, it was used to slay Forfir, Lihwen the Hero, Vardaran the Esoterikos, and Isalendar the Huntress. As a result of this infamy, it has become the subject of numerous legends and folk beliefs over the centuries. The weapon is commonly known by a number of euphemisms, and is rarely - if ever - referred to by its actual name; owing to superstitions that speaking its name aloud has the potential to invoke misfortune. Commonly used alternate names for the weapon include Lihwen's Bane, the Red Spear, the Lance of Betrayal, Iscar, and Ormrslayer.
Veln
Type: Weapon
Manufactured: Yes
Created For: Lyri of Grestvyt
Date Created: 851 Re
Age: 1009 years old
Current Status: Unknown
Manufactured: Yes
Created For: Lyri of Grestvyt
Date Created: 851 Re
Age: 1009 years old
Current Status: Unknown
Appearance: An iron spear covered in red rust, with a blade edged with diamond
Materials: Iron, gold, silver, diamond
Length: 175cm
Weight: 2kg
Materials: Iron, gold, silver, diamond
Length: 175cm
Weight: 2kg
Appearance
The spear's appearance was unusual in many ways. Instead of a traditional wooden shaft, the length of the weapon was constructed from a rare metal that supposedly bore the weight and flexibility of wood, but held the strength of iron. The metal around the base is said to have been twisted into a braid, and the spear's pommel was capped with four small rubies.
"Ah, there you are. I've been waiting for you to arrive." The behemoth grinned. "I spent quite a while on this one; by human standards at least. One of the difficulties in making items designed for mortals is that you can only spend at most a hundred years working on them before the person you want to give it to dies of old age. In your case, I worked on this spear for two-and-a-half years; almost twice as long as most of the other Paladins' weapons."
A lanky, four-jointed arm carefully lowered itself down to the Wyrm's front, spear firmly clasped in its ten fingers. Then, Seventine extended the arm, and opened her hand.
"I hope you like it."
A gauntleted hand reached out, and with the faint chink of ringmail, took hold of the spear. The woman in front of Seventine held the weapon in the air, carefully testing its balance. Two golden eyes scanned up and down its length, taking in every minute detail. After a moment, they let it fall to their side, before turning their gaze to Seventine.
"It's wonderful," Lyri spoke, smiling up at her. "Thank you."