It's cheap, but wasn't used yet, so let me say it: I dig this item.
Yes, to be a gravedigger in the average fantasy world can be a dangerous occupation, and those who actually survive for long enough are quickly suspected of wielding suspicious powers, so there's a risk either way. It would be interesting to see a write-up of such a guild; not directly affiliated to a particular religion, but certainly in contact with one - or several.
Gravedigger guilds actually existed from what I understand. Been forever since I've looked into that part of history and I can forget everything with enough time. As far as I understand it, what would happen is the guild would purchase the land and then sell the splots and what not but it wasn't like a guild of craftment that specialized in one craft, they would work together to create, maintain and charge for the land, the coffins, the tombstones.
Of course the church got involved so I'm not sure how that worked out, if it started out as a bunch of men of the cloth or if the chruch later on put their hand into it. Also if I recall, they were called sexsmithes, which is why whenever I see a road called sexsmith, I wonder where the graveyard is. Go to Comment
Even worse, it could have a little magical power (the oh-so-overdone +1 bonus), that prevents it from just being discarded by the needy PCs. Because sooner or later they will be tempted, be sure of that.
"That does it!" *starts banging sword against walls* Go to Comment
Nice short issue for PCs, though I personally dislike 'origin lost to sands of time' type approach. The common knowlege could be lost, but as a GM, I'd like to know the origin, at least as how you envisoned it. Go to Comment
I imagine this sword has a personality: Vain about its singing, it THINKS it sings excellently. If others disagree, the blade just decides they have no musical taste and it knows just the way to teach them: A few rousing choruses of the sword's favorite operas should do the trick!
Of course, it has learned valuable information over the years, but in order to get it to divulge that information, you need to stroke its ego a bit, by listening to its concert. In fact, it might want its owner to invite others to listen as well...
It might be quiet when asked, but then, when it gets excited by the prospect of battle, it bursts into song... (bye, bye, ambush!) Go to Comment
It may have been intended to sound marvelous, but then the bladesmith took an inch off the final length ("Too tip heavy!" said the soot-covered dwarf.) and altered it from the measure that would have made it resonate beautifully...
Rival schools of wizardry could each blame the others for production of this substandard enchanted item...
"Only one of those fools from the Forcimantic Brethren would be so clumsy!"
"Says you! It's clearly the work of the Radiant Coven of Jessmarch!"Go to Comment
It is rumoured that a sort of little people living deep in the green woods have magic acorns. If they throw and hit someone with by one of these acorns the victim will experience temporary madness for a small duration of time, making the babbling victim easy to capture of kill.