Erahmindear

The spear of Corthain. Its haft he took from a fallen oak fed by the blood of MORDIUS and coated it in the silvery bark of a MEUREN TREE.  He set two spurs on its end, with points fashioned of IREGILD METAL, but its head he made of his will, and nothing in the world proved more unyielding in all the ages of the world. The spear he named Erahmindear, that is, the Righteous. Corthain broke the end off in ORNDUHL's heart, pinning him to his throne in the HOMELESS HOUSE.  It is said that when the spear is removed from the Red God that the Red God would rise again.

History

Corthain watched the sorry plight of the people of Aenoch unfold, though in this, as all things, he withheld judgment. Seeing in the rage of FRAFNOG a punishment fitting their tyranny, he waited only to see if the dragon would hound Ornduhl to the Homeless House. But WENAFAR stayed his purpose and he turned then to his own devices, for he deemed it was at long last a time for judgment.
As is written, Corthain spent but little of himself in the making of the world. Only the RUNE MAIDS and the flying steed bore the essence of him. Unsullied, he remained whole in the face of the long ages of the world. He knew that Ornduhl was powerful, beyond understanding, and in control of things others could not fathom. So Corthain fashioned a weapon, a spear, and he poured himself into it, such that it was heavy with power. Its haft he took from a fallen oak fed by the blood of Mordius, and he coated it in the silvery bark of a Mueren tree. He set two spurs on its end, with points fashioned of Iergild metal. But its head he cast of his flesh laced with the iron of his will, and the bias of his judgment and nothing made by man or god proved more unyielding in all the ages of the world. The spear he named Erahmindear, that is, the Righteous.
The RED MEN who survived the rage of Frafnog fled into the wilds.  Here, they constructed a great tent and built anew their altars to the Red God. They called on him for aid, and he did come to them. In his true form he stepped from the fires of the altar, his beauty shining as a light in the darkness. They beseeched him, calling for aid, power, and darker sorceries so that they might rise again from the ashes of the dragon ruin.
Thus, Corthain found them. With a brush of his hand, the tent fell away. Corthain speared the greatest of the Sorcerers, killing him instantly.  Tossing the meat of him aside, he faced Ornduhl, the Red God, and spoke, “It is time, brother.” With his words all the illusions and magics of the sorcerers were lifted as if leaves in a mighty wind, and they failed, the Red Men fleeing is dismay for they were unhinged.  Such was the power of Corthain’s voice. From that day, he was called Iul, meaning “wind” by the men.
And Ornduhl spoke, “The Gonfod is not upon us brother. You overplay your hand.” He changed then, taking the form of a mighty bull, huge and muscled, massive obsidian horns crowning his broad head. 
The brothers battled upon the field. A giant red bull and a knight with spear and shield. Time and again, the bull gored Corthain, tearing flesh and bone, throwing him this way or that. Each time, he rose and lanced the beast with Erahmindear, rending flesh to bloody ruin. The earth gave way and they fell beneath it, into deep river-filled caverns. Still they fought, tearing at one the other in a madness of love and hate.  Airhde itself gave way beneath them so that that they fell into the roots of the GREAT TREE where they cut into the TUNNELS OF THE RINGS OF BRASS.  Neither gave ground, nor showed the other mercy, until at last they came even to the ETERNAL POOLS and the FUTHNOPT. There, HUADUN roused herself and in her wrath drove Corthain from the Pools.  The Red God pursued. They rose then into the heavens, tore the Firmament asunder and came again to Aihrde.  
Here, beneath the silver light of a pale moon, Corthain lanced the bull, his spear breaking his rib cage and pressing even to his heart. He drove it home with such unknowable wrath that both brothers shed their physical forms upon Aihrde and plunged through the world and into the MAELSTROM, across the ARC OF TIME, and even to the Homeless House. There, Ornduhl sought to gather his power but the pain of the spear was so great as it drove through the wall of his chest that he fell back yet again. But Corthain would not yield, and he drove Ornduhl back against his high throne, in the HALLS OF ULMANDIUS. Ornduhl fell into his seat and there, at last, he grasped the haft and bent himself toward it. Such was his power that it cracked beneath his fingers. Corthain never hesitated and drove the spear home, through the Red God’s heart, and he twisted it so that the flesh tore asunder. In the end, he pinned his brother to his throne. The spear broke off, leaving the Red God bound to the stone of his own chair. Whether by chance, or design, none but the brothers could say, but the spear’s tip remained, as did Ornduhl.
Ornduhl gave out a groan and lay still. From his mouth there rose a last breath, a poisoned wind, and it blew from that place and rose to the world above where, it is said, it fell to many parts and plagued men in all their realms, and where those who understood such things, harvested the hate of it and used it to their own ends.
Corthain came to the ruin of Ornduhl on Aihrde, the body he left when the spear entered him, and he commanded the body to rot. It disintegrated into a morass of tar and ichor, never to be seen on the plane of Aihrde until many years later. For it was foretold by TOTH to Corthain on that selfsame day, that naught had transpired that was not written on the Arc of Time, and that the Red God would rise again, when the blade of Erahmindear was pulled from his chest.

Item type

Weapon, Ranged