It is a heavy tipped spear, nondescript. It was a well made, but mundane spear originally. Now, the shaft is petrified, though the tip is as sharp as obsidian. The spear that was transformed by the faith of Kalen, the king of Umbak in his duel to win what would be Yarans Vale in Dunstrand Vale.
Each time it hits, roll d20: if it’s <= weapon damage, it breaks after doing damage. Its remains could be reforged: +1 spear (pulverize 1, AP) or +3 dagger (AP).
In its current form it is a +3 spear, the first attack ever (thrown or melee) by any wielder gains a +1 result (up to extraordinary) and has Pulverize 10 with Armor Piercing. If the result is Extraordinary on this once-in-a-lifetime attack, the full total damage is doubled.
If the spear is passed through the hole of Kalen’s Bane on the first day of summer, it charges it with warmth for a year – its wielder cannot die from cold. Any of the once-in-a-lifetime throws also negates resistance to piercing the target may have. The druids can trick the rock of Kalen’s Bane into triggering this effect on a sunrise with a wreath of fresh summer flowers around the hole.
In recent times, rumors have stated that…
Created by [entity] in the year of…
General knowledge of how things progressed…
The forces of the sea-peoples had marched around the great forest of Loamwold, called Sainaen’s Greatwood (named for a previous queen of Umbak). They were met in Yarans Vale by the Umbakians. Four days the armies clashed, until the King and Ulbraich Cold-Blood, the hero of the Verbuir clan of the sea-peoples, agreed to settle the battle in single combat. Each would be armed with three spears, and their personal weapon. Kalen wielded one of the Blood Blades of Umbak, and the sea-born an axe, known to all as Thunder-Maker. The stream-covered plain of Der-Montareth was soaked in blood, and it was there they met. Each began by casting spears. Both were mighty, with the strength of three men. Their spear throws would have been too fast, too powerful for a normal man, but these were heroes. When Ulbraich was down to his last spear, he called upon the powers of his goddess. Storm clouds rolled, and the wind bore the spear in a strange way, going around the king’s shield and piercing his left arm through. Kalen did not cry out, the spear tore through muscle and broke bone, his shield useless on the ground before him. He burned his wound, flowing like a river, until it flowed no more. He demanded that Ulbraich drop his shield, that he had called upon powers outside of himself unfairly. Ulbraich did so, but had spied a stone, embedded in the field. “Mercy! I meant not to cheat, but invoked my goddesses power in my passion! I will not bear my shield, or move when you cast! I will ensure the breeze is still and leave my fate to your skill.” Kalen agreed, at which point Ulbraich hefted the massive stone from the ground, setting it upright and standing behind it. Kalen did not hesitate, though he called upon his god to somehow balance the scales of the contest. The spear throw, despite the pain, flew true. Instead of bouncing off the stone or breaking upon it, it pierced it completely through, into the heart of Ulbraich through his breastplate. A huge hole, through which the western setting sun shone, illuminated Ulbraich as he died upon his feet, held up by the spear through the stone. And so, the lands called Yarans Vale were to be Umbakian. Kalen would go on to other battles, though his shield arm was never the same, and its slowness would cost him injury which would lead to his death as an old king. The spear was named Stones Throw, and the rock left in place called Kalen’s Bane, and so began the custom in Umbak, of labeling something that appears to be an unavoidable obstacle that failed… Kalens’ Bane.
The day of contest was first day of summer.