The Three Bladed Sword: Scieran: The Soul-Severing Trinity

Senior Classmen have started calling you guys "The RGAs" (short for The Really Good Adventurers) - and are impressed that you all made it back alive and not needing of a resurrection. So, y'all seem to have a positive reputation, so far.

Further, Professor Arcus ("Bone Daddy") gathers the groups that assisted in containing the Shadowed Lord, as well as your small group that infiltrated his keep.

He reveals what is known so far in regard to the Shadowed Lord.

He feels that from all descriptions, he has a good idea what the three bladed sword is.

It is Scieran.

Scieran, the "Soul-Severing Trinity," is not merely a sword; it is a blasphemy forged in the darkest corners of existence, a weapon so potent it defies the very laws of reality. Its three distinct stacked blades, each humming with a malevolent sentience, are responsible for its terrifying reputation: one to cleave the divine, one to sunder the essence of life, and one to tear away the soul itself.

The weapon is capable of killing a god or even obliterating a soul.

Here is what he shares.

Early Forging: The Dawn of an Abomination

The true origins of Scieran are shrouded in an obscurity so profound that even ancient dragons whisper of it with trepidation. Legend attributes its creation not to mortal hands, nor even to the cunning of devils, but to a primordial entity of pure entropy and spite that predates the gods themselves. This entity, a forgotten shard of chaos, sought to unravel the ordered cosmos, and Scieran was its ultimate tool.

It is said that each blade was forged from a different cosmic cataclysm: one from the dying breath of a star devoured by a black hole, another from the crystallized tears of a dying god, and the third from the solidified screams of a million souls lost to oblivion. These disparate elements were bound together with forbidden rituals, powered by sacrifices of immense spiritual weight, creating a weapon that could interact with the fundamental fabric of existence.

The First Curses: Divine Ire and Mortal Corruption

Scieran's first recorded act was the slaying of a minor deity, a nature god of a forgotten realm. The act was not a glorious battle, but a brutal, surgical strike that severed the god's connection to their divine domain, leaving them a hollow husk before their essence dissipated into the ethereal plane. This act cemented Scieran's reputation as a "god-slayer."

However, the sword's power came at a terrible price. Wielding Scieran invariably corrupted its user. The blade’s inherent malevolence seeped into their very being, twisting their desires, amplifying their darkest impulses, and eventually consuming their soul. The god-slayer became a puppet, forced to carry out acts of increasingly horrific destruction until their mind shattered or their body withered away.

Dispater's Acquisition: A Devil's Prize

For millennia, Scieran drifted through the planes, a whispered terror, occasionally resurfacing to wreak havoc before disappearing once more. Its reputation eventually reached the ears of Dispater, Archdevil of Dis, the Iron City. Dispater, a master of secrets, manipulation, and the acquisition of potent artifacts, saw in Scieran not just a weapon, but a symbol of ultimate power, a tool to subjugate even his fellow Archdevils or defy the will of Asmodeus himself.

Dispater's acquisition of Scieran was not through conquest, but through an intricate web of espionage, bribery, and demonic pacts that spanned centuries. He did not directly confront the sword's current wielder, but rather orchestrated a series of events that led to their downfall, allowing him to claim the inert (but no less dangerous) blade from the ruins of their madness.

He brought Scieran back to his impenetrable Iron Tower in Dis, not as a trophy to be displayed, but as a prized, and deeply feared, secret. He encased it in powerful magical wards, locked it within a vault of layered infernal steel, and appointed a legion of highly trusted (and utterly terrified) devils to guard it. Dispater believed he could control Scieran, that his immense will and mastery of infernal magic would allow him to harness its power without succumbing to its curse. He spent untold centuries studying the blade, attempting to unlock its full potential, to understand the intricate magic that allowed it to sever souls and fell gods. He never dared to wield it himself, but he envisioned a future where he could command a champion to do so on his behalf, turning the tide of the Blood War or even challenging the divine order.

The Theft: A Humiliation and a Cataclysm in the Making

The theft of Scieran from Dispater's seemingly impregnable arsenal is a recent event, a gaping wound in the Archdevil's pride and a source of immense rage. The details of the theft are a closely guarded secret, a testament to the sheer audacity and skill of the perpetrator.

It is whispered that the thief was not a mighty hero or a powerful demon lord, but a shadowy entity that exploited a momentary flaw in Dispater's meticulously crafted defenses. Some speculate it was a rogue succubus who leveraged centuries of accumulated favors and secrets; others, a master thief from the Material Plane who somehow navigated the treacherous layers of Dis; still others whisper of an entity even older and more enigmatic than Dispater himself, one with a vested interest in seeing Scieran unleashed upon the multiverse once more.

The theft left Dispater reeling. The loss of Scieran is more than just the loss of a powerful weapon; it is a profound humiliation, an open challenge to his authority and a potential threat to his position among the Archdevils. He has unleashed his vast network of spies and infernal agents across the planes, his fury a palpable tremor in the very fabric of Dis, seeking to reclaim his stolen prize and exact a terrible vengeance upon whoever dared to defy him.

Scieran Today: A Blade Unleashed

So, Scieran is once again loose in the multiverse. Its three cursed blades thirst for essence, for divinity, for souls to sever. Its rediscovery could herald an era of unprecedented destruction, a true cataclysm for gods, mortals, and devils alike. Dispater's relentless pursuit ensures that the blade will not remain dormant for long, and the true horror of Scieran, the Soul-Severing Trinity, is only just beginning to unfold.

We know now it is in the worst hands. 

The Academy has its work cut out for it.

We need to know how the Shadowed Lord acquired Scieran, and find a sure fire method to remove it from his possession.

We need to know more.

We need you, The RGAs, to go back to the Shadowed Keep - provided there's another opportunity.

(Picture from the movie, Sword and the Sorcerer)