Weapon:Spiked steel mace with a raccoon carved into its ebony handle

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spiked steel mace with a raccoon carved into its ebony handle
Look: You see nothing unusual.
Type: Medium Blunt
Puncture: poor (2/28)
Slice: dismal (1/28)
Impact: very heavy (10/28)
Force of Impact: soundly (8/17)
Balance: decently (6/17)
Suitedness: decently (6/17)
Construction: rather reinforced (11/18)
Metal: Yes
Weight: 40 stones
Appraised Cost: 15,000 Kronars
12,000 Lirums
10,824 Dokoras
15 LTBpoints
15 Tickets
15 Scrips
Special Properties:
  • This item is magical.
Dimensions: 7 length x 2 width x 2 height
Sources: Source is Prison Riot: The Aftermath, Festival Pavilion (2), Festival Pavilion (1)

Tier 4 medium blunt (teaches small blunt in X3), has a bardic recall. Wind weapons can knock creatures from the room once every 6 hours.

With a defiant roar, you raise the steel mace up high, twirl it twice and then slam it into the ground! The air ripples with thunder in its wake as a powerful shockwave radiates outwards!
The blast squarely hits the forest gryphon and throws it southeast!
The blast squarely hits the forest gryphon and throws it southeast!
Roundtime: 7 seconds.
  • On cool-down: You wave the steel mace wildly about. A faint breeze follows in its wake, but nothing that would impress more than a moth.

Recall

Great legends are whispered about the steel mace and its abilities. Many of the tales involve a wandering tribe of nomads with an affinity for wind-related magics. During their travels, they frequently passed through hostile lands infested with hordes of winged beasts.

The monsters harassed the nomads and dwindled their numbers until only five remained. After a long summer night spent hiding within a cave, the nomads resolved to make one final stand against the awaiting creatures.

Each drew their weapons and uttered prayers to Everild and Meraud to fuel their resolve and bolster their spells. As they concluded, a powerful gale roared through the cave, knocking them to the ground and taking up their weapons into a swirling vortex of gleaming death.

While such weapons' existence was a closely guarded secret, many witnesses over the years have made accounts of battles in which powerful wind magics exploded from an attacker's blade at a critical moment to turn the tide.

Whether this is one of the original weapons or not may never be known.