Exodus

The Exodus is the image which repeats itself across my ship. It is the symbol of my power, a representation of myself. When I stepped from the safety of my hometown for the first time, I brought only the most basic of supplies with me. After my first encounter with the spawn of the Scourge, I concluded that I was unprepared for what the rest of the world would hold. I returned to my hometown, scant days after I had departed, and after consideration, chose a two-handed sword to replace the broadsword with which I had drawn my first blood. I still have that first weapon, humble as it is; gazing upon it still carries me back to my first adventure. Exodus, however, has undergone many changes since I purchased a simple sword to wield against the world. I have altered, forged, and indeed, recreated the weapon into the symbol of death it is now. More than a weapon, in the years I have borne it, Exodus has become an integral part of me. Our Patterns are interwoven, not just meshed, but shared. The abilities it bears are a combination of enchantments I have given it, and powers which have manifested spontaneously.

To speak of its abilities would be frivolous, for though it bears several powers, which are hardly mercurial themselves, they have and will change.