Weapon:Diacan katana with an elaborate lotus flower sapphire hilt

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diacan katana with an elaborate lotus flower sapphire hilt
Look: Pitch black in hue, the razor-sharp blade has a slight watery iridescence that lends it an appearance reminiscent of some deadly otherworldly stream. Thin waves of the same dark metal wound with strips of faesilk extend across the faceted surface of the hilt, the soft orange-tinged pink of the rare sapphire still visible between them.
Type: Heavy Edged Twohanded Edged
Puncture: somewhat fair (4/28) fair (5/28)
Slice: very great (12/28) extreme (15/28)
Impact: moderate (7/28) heavy (9/28)
Force of Impact: inadequately (4/17) fairly (5/17)
Balance: reasonably (7/17) soundly (8/17)
Suitedness: decently (6/17) reasonably (7/17)
Construction: practically invulnerable (18/18)
Metal: Yes
Weight: 40 stones
Appraised Cost: Unknown
Special Properties:
  • This weapon has more than normal or unusual verbs.
Dimensions: ? length x ? width x ? height
Sources: Source is Ornate scabbard adorned with the crest of the House of the Marching Lotus, House of the Revenant Fang 433/Shadowy Safehouse

Howling Examples

>attack
< Driving in with an overwhelming assault, you slice a diacan katana with an elaborate lotus flower sapphire hilt at a peccary. A peccary attempts to evade, taking the full blow. The katana howls as it whips through the air and lands an apocalyptic strike (So that's what it felt like when Grazhir shattered!) that removes the peccary's right arm cleanly at the elbow.
A peccary flops in a porky heap, squealing one last time before passing into oblivion.

>attack
< Driving in with exacting precision, you draw a diacan katana with an elaborate lotus flower sapphire hilt at a peccary. A peccary fails to dodge, mis-stepping and blundering into the blow. The katana growls lowly, like a predator to its prey and lands an apocalyptic strike (So that's what it felt like when Grazhir shattered!) that cuts deeply into the small of the back.
A peccary flops in a porky heap, squealing one last time before passing into oblivion.