The day had come, years of preparation and hundreds of lives lost, to put all of the pieces in place for the rebellion, the rebellion that would end the tyranny of the sorcerer-king.
Mage Killer Rod
The bravest and strongest took the special rods, built with layers upon layers of prayer and faith, they knew that using them w
ould consume their mortal flesh but would protect their fellows. The other took the weapons that has be collected, made and smuggled in over the years.
As dawn lightened the skies, the rebels struck. The sorcerer-kings soldiers fell quickly, the survivors retreating to the citadel where the king’s pawns, sorcerer in their own right were prepared to strike the rebel down with thunder and fire. But their magics failed them, the rodsmen shatter their spells as they were formed and the citadel fell as the servants inside turned on their hated masters.
Dozen of brave men, new ones taking up the rods as the wielders, spent their lives to guard their friends and family. The sorcerer-king fought to the last, when his magic could not be countered, it torn through the ranks of the rebels but most of his magics died, as the sorcerer-king did as well.
Mage Killer Rod
These rods were created by a religious sect to battle against the sorcerer-king who oppressed their people and their faith. These were the items they created to defend the leaders of the uprising, made of intricately carved wood bearing line after line of prayers and protective script, capped with silver, a holy symbol on one end, the mark of death on the other. The rod is heavier that its construction would imply and any sound made by striking it against something seem muted and hollow.
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