Súil Bhalor

A master crafted weapon of superb design, made of oak and silver filigree that, despite significant age, seems as taught and strong as it was the day it was carved. The weapon feels light in the hand and draws easily, offering an almost intuitive sense of where the arrow will land once released.

History

One of the creations of the Fey halfbreed, Caoimhe Iníon Mab, set forth to entice the Fey rulers to remove the aspects of her that she believed made her unworthy to leave the world of Cairne and join her kin. Into the creation of this weapon she poured not only a great deal of power, but her own blood as well, cursing the item to slowly drain the humanity away from the bearer, and replacing it with a madness that would, over time, fill them with an obsessive paranoia over the item, adn turn violently against any they thought would try to take it from them. The enchantment uses the wielder's own fear, malice, hate, and anger as a means to do this, reflecting these things inwardly, and using each life taken by the weilder's hand as fuel for the arcane effects.

Item type

Weapon, Ranged

Creation Date

1600 AR

Creator

Caoimhe Iníon Mab

Owning Organization

The Court of the Shadowgrove

Raw materials & Components

Yew wood inlaid with silver, cut and carved by hand and stained over a long period of time with Caoimhe's own blood, giving the bow a dark sheen.

Tools

If magic is used to investigate the item, a long string of tiny scripting laid out along the silver of the filigree with softly glow, revealing the incantation used in its creation. The words are written in the ancient Oileandan dialect, which remains close enough to Seanachaisian that it could be interpreted by someone fluent in it. 

“Luighne, saoir na Tuatha Dé Danann Lig do shúile oilte mo lámh a threorú Shave an gé Baile Átha Troim an choirt Sleamhnaigh trí mharc an ealaíontóra. Credne, máistir cré-umha agus práis Lig do whispers Treoraigh mo cheird Múnla agus cruth le neart na gréine Na caipíní ceangailteach oibre a dhéanamh. Goibniu, saothraí na lámh airgid Treoraigh mé Agus mé ag lúbadh an tasc seo Leathnaíonn línte airgid sholas na gealaí Trí chraobh iúir agus snáitheanna síoda.
“Balor, Balor na Drochshúile, mac Buarainech agus fear Cethlenn .i. Balor of the Mighty Blows a chiallaíonn an t-ainm bás Glaoim ort Tuigim an fáinne agus roinnim an clúdach Tarraing siar an brat radhairc Agus lig do mhailís doirteadh amach! Nimh an anam Goid an t-áthas Tar tubaiste dorcha Stuff béal an áthais le fuinseog Agus sew na liopaí stoptar Balor, Balor na súl olc Tagraím d’ainm agus tugaim do radharc ar an bhogha seo Seep cosúil le venom isteach i créacht Wrap do chumhacht thart ar an chabhair Tarraing amach smál na caimiléireachta agus an bháis Agus é a thiomáint go mall isteach sa lámh a wields é. Éist liom, a Rí na Fir Bolg Vengeance agus corraíl Breoiteacht agus cur amú Féach Féach Féach!"