Xantor's Forge
Demon Crusher
Made by Xantor Stromgate, a dwarven weaponsmith, at the pinnacle of his craft around 35 AR. He was inspired to forge this warhammer after fate had him wondering the Endless Wastes of the 363rd Layer of the Abyss. A tiefling (or so ol' Xanny thought) who introduced himself simply as Red, was his savior and guided him to the Balor Maw Lake where he was able to escape the horrors that run rampant in the never-ending chaos of the Abyss.
Made from Adamantine that came from the Abyss itself and Red's blood, purified with Mythril and Silver. Paush, the Demon Lord of the Abyss seeks this weapon to destroy it. As he fears it could destroy his very essence, pulverising him into Limbo at best. And non-existence at the worst.
Though Demon Crusher is most effective whenst applied to its name, it is a formidable weapon against any who would be so foolish to take on its wielder.
Until his last patrol along the Dark Spires Mountain Range, this was Xantor's favored weapon. It is said he was pushed off the edge of the mountains by one of the great white bears that inhabit the Dark Spires. But, his body was never found ... Nor his prized sidearm ...
The Green Dragon
Another of Xantor's creations, this halberd was made with Silver and Steel molded with the scales of a slain Green Dragon that are known to inhabit the Arelith Forest in which the grand city of Myon lies.
A constant yellow-green cloud surrounds the head of the halberd. When it finds its mark, it can poison the victim, infect it with debilitating diseases. cause blindness and deafness as well as carrying a nasty sting.
Sword of One Thousand Souls
Yet another of Xantor's weapons, this katana was used to trap the souls of powerful demons, devils and other evils so they could not be reborn and plague the Prime Material Plane again. It was said to harness the power of pure crystal and pearl which were inlaid from the hilt thorugh the handguard and the blade itself.
Over time the blade became stained with the blood of those it had slain. And began to glow a deep, dark red. The blade, though made of simple bronze, turned as black as onyx. Just holding the blade would bring a shock. Not only did the edge never dull, it became sharper and would drain the very soul from its victim ...
So vile did the blade become that the King of Myon at the time, Trintiren Elraiendel, ordered the blade sealed within the vaults of Myon itself. It is rumored to rest there still ...
Xan and Jan
Xantor made these twin short swords for his life-long travelling companion: A human girl blessed by the gods with eternal youth named Celerity.
Though blessed with eternal youth, she was not ageless or immortal. She eventually passed from the Prime Material Plane to her next journey ... Surely the two walk together in the next life ...
Strong and as steady as their creator. As inseparable as Xantor and Celerity. Legend says that if you are to find one blade, its twin will find you ...
They are easily recognized by the Rogue Stones at their pommels, and the names etched into the blades. When you stare at the gems long enough you will find they stare back at you with a vibrant lust for life and all it has to offer.
Frostreaver
Xantor's finest greataxe. Made by combining Adamantine with Mythril and Silver, then adding the essence of Diamonds, their dust, and snow from the very peaks of the Dark Spires where it was forged, and where the entrance to the Halls of Umbrick the Great lie.
The temperature of the greataxe deems that it be weilded with enchanted guantlets resistant to extreme cold. A snowy mist falls from the weapon constantly. Even in the heat of the feared Red Dragon Isle, it remains true. Its icy strike will imbue the fear of the gods themselves into the hearts of Fire Giants and the most ancient of Red Dragons ...
Clangeddin's Fist
A heavy flail made by Xantor Stromgate, a dwarven weaponsmith who arrived to the Isle of Arelith around the year AR 20-25.
Though Clangeddin is Lord of the Twin Axes, Xantor fashioned this to give honor to the hands that held them. The handle is made from the fabled, and rare, Ironwood. The ends of the handle are encased in Mythril and the chain and striking head are made from the same.
After completing the piece, Xantor set it upon the Altar of the Morndinsamman in the Guild Hall of the Golden Halls of Brogendenstein. (These do not exist anymore since its remodeling around 90-100 AR) The dwarven god of battle then set his blessing upon it. Any foe of the great dwarven kingdom will feel the divine power of the Lord of the Twin Axes himself should they be foolish enough to try and bring ill-tidings to the Halls of Gold.
Clangeddin's Fist still remains in the hands of one of the most famed warriors of Brogendenstein ...
Thane Gorann's War Axe
This is the one and only piece of Xantor's long line of weapons that was not seen completely through by Xantor. Thane Gorann Bloodletter (the 2nd recorded Thane of Brogendenstein. The first being Belrun Battlehammer) of the Iron Anvil Clan commissioned Xantor to forge him a dwarven waraxe like no other.
Xantor toiled over its creation for months. Finally, made entirely from Mythril (which the dwarves call True Silver), he had the piece nearly complete. The hilt, head and finely sharpened edge were done. But, Thane Gorann wanted to put his own touch on the axe. What was Xantor to do but grant the order of the Thane of Brogendenstein? After all, it was Gorann himself who led Xantor's induction ceremony into the Clan of the Iron Anvil.
Thane Gorann etched upon the axe beautiful runes, from hilt to head. This was the basis for the Runic Dwarven Waraxes that one can see now today.
Berronar's Backup
A light flail, of all things. Made from what would seem ordinary steel, one wouldn't think anything of it until it is held in their hand.
A clarity overcomes you. Understanding of things great, and small. Appreciation. Gratitude. Peace ... It is as if you all of a sudden know the true meaning of existence!
Undead turn at the sight of it. The lawless coward sweats. When it strikes true a great thunderclap resounds ... This could very well be the most powerful of all of Xantor's creations. Though, it can only be weilded by the chosen of the gods. And, even of those, only the most pure of heart. Where chaos itself would not dare taint. Where evil would not even think of treading.
You hear words within your head as you hold the flail: "Do not fall prey to hubris, ye who wield the flail of Berronar. For, as calming as its embrace is, its scorn is even greater!!!"