Brunzo, the Leeching Phantasm Guard
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Brunzo, the Leeching Phantasm Guard
(Cursed Item)
Brunzo is a decorated bronze bracer that was made for the slender arm of wizards. Once put on, it doesn't come off. Decorated around its bronze surface are acts of hieroglyphics. Telling the story of when a man in need of the ultimate shield to protect his loved ones, he made a pact with the god Xerxas. He was given the bracer, that would bring up a shield of bright light around his arm and protect him from any attack.. The man lived a good life, for awhile, until he broke the codes of the god of the Tower. For punishment, the gift became his curse, his soul would be sucked within it, and there he'd live forever, his soul acting like a shield to those who wear it. Through rage and desperation to get free, he fought the power of a god as a spirit and became a phantom, leeching on any wrist the bracer falls upon. When used for its effect, the face of the man shall come up as a kite shield to his foes, screaming in pain when struck, and draining the life-force from the wielder with each use of it! As the wielder dreams, he shall dream of nearly only one thing, of the man wishing to become free. Clawing at his mind, chewing his way to take control of the person whom it is on. Within five through eight uses, the wielder will die after his life-force is drained from his body and into the bracer. Brunzo’s curse can be broken momentarily, when struck by a halberd or anything with a powerful strike. Where then the wielder may cast it aside, saving his/her life in the process.
How it came to Kharlia
Jack Ravou was traveling into meridiem ya see? There he went, on adventure and of course to explore to the treasure usually inside the unknown. He made a stop, in (insert name). There he got directions to the nearest desert, because you see he was from Kharlia's desert, and felt the need to atleast seem like he was at home during exploration. Travel was tough, through the dense jungles full of nasty predators and big cats. After anumber of days and good water replinished at a stream, he made it to what he expected to be a sand like his own at home. But it was not, it was darker in color, not the white tint like in Kharlia home. Either way, he want forth, into the desert and acrossed the sea, he traveled on a small ration of water and food. In the middle of the cold night while he rested on the once what was hot sand, now ice cold... A sand storm blew up. Through a miracle it seemed, while he slept under the influence, he had been saved from the skin-biting blows of sand and debris, by something blowing right onto his wrist. When he awoken, his body covered in sand but not his head, the shield glowing in its ghastly azure light above his head. Through struggle and will he slipped his way out from the sand above him, his form tired and drained, when he laid back the shield dispersed. These sands were dangerous he thought, but as well what the hell was on his wrist. He could not read the symbols, and could not pry it from his wrist.. Drinking a heavy portion of his water and eating, he made his way back.. Having a mental compass, he was able to make it through the jungle.. Where he'd be captured by slavers, and brought back to Port Lucca! Shoved inside a basement after beating for the bracer; and also after the long trip back to Kharlia, he stayed. Until the raid came, where the slaves were killed or set to work. Varzel was there sadly, and chose between whom was fit and who was not. Jack Ravou was not, Varzel struck when Jack's hands were behind his back, the shield forming and screaming out when Jack fell dead.. Now the Bracer is free, for anyone to obtain.
