Submission Thread - Design Fiery Weapons Contest - INTELLIGENCE

[karmakali]

Character name: Karmakali
Category: Intelligence weapon
Weapon name: Disenchanted Staff of Revenge (???)
History: Silknight slept, dreaming of a time before this hellish war on Alterra began. The glory of her early years came flooding back to her like an incoming tide. Those wonderful days spent with her family, all descended from the great shaman healer tribe that helped to found Alterra. She could see the great family crest, The Caduceus, with its gilded wings and double serpants, as it hung above the fireplace. She remembered the day that she had proven her loyalty to Alterra and its people and was granted her magical staff, sword and daggers that were the mark of all Legendary Healers in Alterra. Her own family crest forged into each of these glorious weapons and each with a shimmering magical orb hovering around it giving it the ability to heal whomever wielded the weapon.
This sublime dream never lasted though...it was always broken by the reality of how far she had fallen from that glorious pennacle. Fitfull nightmares always followed... blackness swirled around her mind as she saw images of that fateful day, the day of her life-changing betrayal by the Prince. She remembered the day that the heir to the throne of Alterra, now known as the Fallen Prince, had robbed her of her idealic life. She could see the mistakes she had made in trusting his professions of love and loyalty to her. She could now see clearly that he had no love for anything but himself and gold. His greed was the catalyst for her enslavement to the darker side of Alterra. The memory of the day the Prince sold his love for her to the great malicious beast GoldFever for the promise of immeasurable wealth and glory came to her. That was the day she swore to never love again...not him...not Alterra...not even herself. Maybe that is why she had no qualms about selling her soul to GoldFever in return for the recipe to transform her weapons healing orbs into Orbs of Fiery Destruction and for his assistance in making the Prince and his people pay the ultimate price for her betrayal. Seeing the Fallen Prince peddling dingy crowns in the common sewers, to see his glorious kingdom crumble before him, to see the mayhem and havoc fall upon the people of Alterra...yes...her soul was a small price to pay for this revenge.
She awoke, unrested, uneasy with her thoughts. Immediately she reached out to ensure that her weapons remained beside her, for they were all that she had left of who she had been and who she now was. The glowing heat that eminated from these deadly momentos of her past, present and future was felt instantly. Her eyes opened to see the fiery orbs glowing where once the cool healing orbs had been. Her soul was in these fiery orbs, the very essence of her pain was contained within. She rose slowly, hesitant to start her night. She had to pull the memories of betrayal to the front of her mind to conjure up the anger and vengance that was needed for the task at hand. She would destroy Alterra and all that it stood for...one citizen at a time. She channeled her fiery scorn into each orb, its heat building until flames began to leap from the core of each orb. The eyes of the skulls that were added to each weapon as a mark of her transition to the dark side of Alterra and the eyes of the entwined serpants of her family crest began to glow bright and hot. She pictured the inevitable explosion of flames that would leap out at all in these weapons aim, stealing from its victims half their health in one shot. She could picture the faces of those fateful inhabitants of Alterra as she and her henchmen attacked, stealing their lives, their love and their souls. She laughed quietly to herself as she pictured their feverish attempts to figure out the secret combination of attacks that would leave her fiery orbs icy and cold...so rarely did they figure it out...
Ahhh....enough of this....the moon was rising and her mission was clear to her....ALTERRA MUST FALL!