Wondrous Item

Uncommon

The Senate Ledger Rod (3) is a slender staff crafted from white wood, its surface smooth. Measuring approximately 10 inches in length and an inch in diameter, the rod tapers slightly at one end, where a small carving of a sunburst sits.   At its midpoint, the rod features a recessed band of gelwed, engraved with the Ḧelflynz. This metal accent provides both grip and a subtle visual distinction, marking the rod as a tool of high status.   The opposite end of the rod features a hollow, capped compartment designed to store small scrolls or notes. The cap, also fashioned from gilded metal, is threaded to secure tightly and engraved with some numeral that has been scratched out.

Herald: "Let the Light witness thy resolve. Let the Tree judge thy strength. And may it all occur beneath the sun. Hulgymāðāwyvyl!"

(Raenand and Hrodania move in unison, attempting to flank Caelor. Raenand strikes first, his blade arcing toward Caelor’s side with practiced precision. But Caelor steps into the blow, his sword meeting Raenand's with a deafening clang. The impact staggers Raenand, his footing faltering under the sheer force of Caelor’s strike.)

(Before Raenand can recover, Caelor pivots toward Hrodania, who lunges with a thrust aimed at his chest. Caelor doesn’t parry—instead, he sidesteps, letting her momentum carry her forward. As her blade misses, Caelor’s sword comes down in a brutal arc, slicing across her pauldron and sending her reeling a blood gushes out, soaking through her clothes.)

(The crowd murmurs as Caelor advances, his strikes unrelenting and ferocious. Raenand charges again, his movements desperate, but Caelor meets him head-on. Their blades clash in a flurry of strikes, each blow from Caelor driving Raenand back until his defense crumbles. With a final, savage swing, Caelor swings down onto Raenand's blade, breaking it in half.)

(Raenand stumbles, his eyes wide with disbelief. Caelor wastes no time. He steps forward and plunges his blade through Raenand’s chest, the metal driving deep. Raenand collapses to his knees, gasping, before falling lifeless to the stone floor.)

(Hrodania, bleeding out but still defiant, circles Caelor, her grip tightening on her sword. She lunges again, feinting high before striking low. Caelor anticipates the move, meeting her blade with a downward slash that sends sparks flying. The force of his strike wrenches her weapon from her hand, leaving her defenseless.)

(Caelor’s face remains impassive as he steps closer. Hrodania, defiant to the end, spits at his feet. Without hesitation, Caelor delivers a swift, decisive cut to her neck. She falls, her blood pooling around her as the crowd watches in stunned silence.)

(Caelor turns to the gathered senators, his sword dripping dark with blood. His expression is calm, his breathing steady, as though the duel had been no more taxing than a brisk walk.)

Caelor: "The Tree hath spoken! The Light shines upon me as victor! Father as my witness! Let this be a lesson to those who question such. That is a truth for all of you, including Ellaher. He is more than welcome to taste my blade, perhaps I shall make a ring from his hair and carve a knife from his bone. Though, I would believe it a dull knife. Strength is the measure of Raskirith, and the weak shall have no place in its halls. Return to thy seats, brethren, and let us continue our work. I command it."

(The senators, cowed by the display of power, silently return to their places. The bodies of Raenand and Hrodania are removed, but the blood is left as a reminder, to dry in the sun.)

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