The Harbinger of the Artifact is a warrior whose soul has been bound to a relic older than faith itself—an object forged in the collision of divine light and arcane corruption. Their weapon is no mere tool, but a living fragment of will—an ancient curse sealed in steel, whispering with hunger and purpose. Through this bond, the Deathbringer becomes both wielder and vessel, their blood thickening with sanctified blight, their heart pulsing in rhythm with a forgotten god’s resentment.

The Voice Within the Blade

Those marked by an Artifact bear its influence as both blessing and burden. Their veins shimmer faintly with metallic sheen, breath steaming in pale threads even in warmth. When they draw their weapon, the air warps, sounds dull, and the ground hums with restrained power. The weapon itself mutters in tones only they can hear—sometimes promises, sometimes threats. When their strikes land, the world splits along invisible fractures, leaving trails of divine brilliance inverted into shadow. Arcane sigils burn briefly across their skin, remnants of the Artifact’s will made flesh.

In the Broken Vaults

Among the shattered vaults of dead empires and temples hollowed by time, the Harbingers are legend. Scholars record their relics under a hundred false names—“the Blade of Seven Oaths,” “the Anvil of Silence,” “the Tongue of Ash.” Priests fear them as heretics who wield the authority of gods without prayer, while mages covet them as conduits of perfect synthesis—divine and arcane bound into one endless circuit. Some wander the ruins of the Aether Catacombs, searching for the place where their weapon first awoke; others carve their own altars from battlefield wreckage, feeding their relic on the slain to keep it sated.

Doctrine of the Bound Will

The Harbinger of the Artifact does not worship. They command. To them, divinity is simply another form of power—one that can be bent, corrupted, and forged anew through will alone. Their creed rejects the divide between mortal and god, for the Artifact has shown them the truth: everything sacred can be broken, and everything broken can be reforged into a weapon. They are the hand of the forgotten forge, the keeper of an unending covenant—that power, once claimed, must never be relinquished.