Denn

(Great Dwarven Warhammer)

DMG: 2d8
Critical: 19-20 x3
Range: Melee - / Ranged 50ft
Weight: 2lbs
Type: Bludgeoning (Two Hand Melee)

**These stats change depending on foe, see abilities for more info!**

Int: 12 (+1)
Wis: 12 (+1)
Cha: 10 (+0)
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Ego: 17

The History of this Hammer is a bloody one...

A goblin raiding party under the command of a drow wizard attacked a
dwarven settlement killing hundreds of dwarves while they slept. The
wizard used his magic to mask the clumsy movements of the goblins so
they could strike quietly. Denn Silverfire came back a few days after
only to find his only son dead, killed in his sleep. In a rage he
tracked down the raiding party. When he found their camp he knew he
could not take them all on his own, but they had made a huge mistake.
They had made camp out in the open on the summer dryed plains. He
returned home and removed his plate armor, choosing to use leather
instead as not to make much noise. He filled a few sacks with lamp
oil and went back to the camp. Slowly he began to dispatch the goblin
sentries, the noise of their comrades celebrating victory masked the
cries of pain and death. When all were silenced he removed the flasks
of lamp oil and went around the camp creating a circle. He lit the
lamp oil on fire when finished. and began to hurl the remaining
flasks into the campsite site spilling oil on the fires and helping
them grow closer into the camp. It had been a very dry summer so in
only a minute the ring of fire was no longer a ring, everything
inside had caught. Denn killed the goblins who tried to escape as
they lept engulfed in flames from the camp. He returned home. A week
after he lay his son to rest he awoke knowing something was not right
in his home. He heard soft footsteps coming towards his room. He
grabbed his axe and hid behind the door. It slowly creaked open and a
lone goblin walked into the room, a rusty sword in hand. His skin was
horribly burned, a survivor from the massacre. With one swing he
cleaved the head from the goblin. He heard another noise behind him,
it was the wizard! He had survived as well, his face was hideously
scarred from the fire. He pointed at Denn and a ball of fire lept
from his fingers catching Denn in the chest throwing him into the
wall. Denn and the room was set on fire the drow walked out of the
house, Denn still on fire lept at him wrapping his hands around the
drows throat. People began coming out of their homes to see what was
caugin the noise. Denn continued to strangle untill the drow died and
long after. The townsfolk put the flames out on Denn who was still in
a deathlock with the drow. Denn passed out from the pain hands still
around the neck of his would be killer. No one noticed the very brief
glow that had come from the drows hands just before he died.

He awoke a few days later at night. Feeling psychically better, but
he was losing his sanity. He found out they had burned the bodies of
the goblin and drow he went to where they were burned and salvaged a
finger from the goblin and a leg bone from the drow. He brought them
back to his what was left of his house and set to work. He forged for
three days straight folding the Goblin finger bone into the head of a
warhammer and the drows leg bone into the haft. Fueled by hatred for
the goblins and drow he did not eat or sleep during this time. With
each strike of the hammer he slowly began to regain his mind. When he
was done he looked in awe at what he had created, a beautiful
adamantite hammer. There was something more to it, like it had an
intelligence of its own it understood him and he understood it.

He quickly fashioned a leather thong to carry it. He took what few
items he valued and left never to return. Though he was never seen
again in the village bards came with tales of a scarred dwarven
warrior with a mighty hammer, and the destruction that fell in its
wake. When the villagers asked what the name of the dwarf was the
response was always the same. He had never given anyone his name, but
the people he fought beside and he met all called him by the name of
Bayne.

Tales of Bayne contined to reach the village for many years to come,
the village flourished as it was widely know that this was where
Bayne had lived. Then one day a escort of humans, they carried in tow
a box made of mithril, a rather large box. But it wasnt a box the
village folk found out all to soon. It was a coffin and inside was
the body of Denn "Bayne" Silverfire. He had been killed in battle by
a drow warrior, he had been overwhelmed twenty to one and was killed
swiftly. Bayne was burried in a cave nearby. At the end of the
ceremony a short figure walked up to the entrance of the cave.
Curious the villagers watched him. He ran his hands softly along the
walls of the cave mouth. Finding what he was looking for he removed a
huge hammer from beneath his cloak. The villagers stared in awe
seeing Denn's creation for the first time. The small figure swung the
hammer at the wall a loud explosion nearly deafened the people
watching. The swing had knocked the cloaks hood from the figures
head, a very young dwarf male stool holding the hammer as he walked
away from the now collapsing cave. He was the spitting image of Denn
when he was younger and before he was scarred. He introduced himself
as Calen son of Bayne. One of the villagers mumbled in surprise.

"Denn had another son before he passed?" he asked.

"No." Calen replied solemly, confused the villager asked what he
meant.

"When Denn's son was murdered he took revenge and was lost, and he
himself had an attempt on his life while he slept. Denn killed his
attackers as you know. But what you do not know is that in the final
seconds of his death the drow put a spell Denn which drove him to
insanity. When he forged his hammer he used all his spite, his hate
for the drow and goblins he had. It was enough to drive the spell
away. This hammer became Denn, all that he was at the time was hate.
He poured that into his hammer so he could rid himself of it. He let
his hate go and let his name go so he could start a new life. Bayne
had a son, not Denn."

The villagers mumbled amongst themselves.

"I am the son of Bayne, Calen. Denn is no more than a weapon."

Calen strapped the hammer to his back and walked away from the
village never to return to the home if his father. Unaware that his
weapon was also a curse, as well as a gift.


Abilities:

This hammer was created from adamantite and the bones of drow and
goblin. It glows a faint yellow when within a one mile radius of a
goblin and bright yellow when with 1,000 feet of a goblin. It glows a
faint Green when within a one mile radius of a drow and bright green
when with 1,000 feet of a drow. When withing one mile of each it
glows a light blue and within 1,000 feet of each a brilliant blow.
This is to warn the weilder of possible danger of its hated enemies.

It must be used to kill at least one drow or goblin in battle a month
or it will attempt to take control of the weilder in his sleep. Will
save DC 17. If the save is successful nothing happens, the next time
he sleeps it does the same untill it has successfully gained control
and killed one of its enemies or untill the weilder kills one of the
enemies on his own. Each day the will save increases by 1 untill its
goal is accomplished.

This item deals +2d10 Sonic damage on a successful critical strike
and forces the target to make a FORT save DC 14 or be deafend
permanently.

It also get through the defences of goblins and drow much easier than
normal weapons.

Against a Normal Foe +3: 2d8 dmg (19-20x3)
Against a Goblinoid +5: 2d8 + 2d6dmg (18-20x3)
Against a Drow +6: 2d8 dmg + 2d6 (17-20)

It can also be thrown at a range of 50ft and will return immediatly
after dealing dmg to an enemy.