Last Word

The erls of the Dyrwood mustered many conscripts to combat Waidwen's militant faithful during the Saint's War. Most of these peasant soldiers fought in battle lines equipped with little more than farming implements and improvised armor. A few of the bravest and strongest footmen, however, were selected to serve in the anti-cavalry companies. Outfitted with better armor and long, two-handed hammers, these troops were tasked with supporting Dyrwoodan knights in their battles with the capable Readceran heavy cavalry.

This humble war hammer was once the weapon of such a soldier. While in better repair, it could unhorse an armored rider with a single blow to the breastplate, breaking steel and bone. At some point it was cut or smashed in half, likely followed by its wielder. A brief, poorly-spelled message is scratched into the haft.

It reads, "I m Ulstors weapn n ail shut yur muth."

The crude legend served as some sort of charm for the unfortunate Ulstor. Perhaps the magic still has some use left.