Bane

Twas deep in the twilight, when first I met my Bane
So too my dying night, my years be cursed by Bane
A youngish lass was I, yet on my first campaign
Yes, hope within my eyes, all would know my name
We delved into the mines, seeking the blood of Drow
Yet nothing did I find, but curse upon my brow
Twas deep in the twilight, when first I met my Bane
So too my dying night, my years be cursed by Bane
Once more I felt the weight, upon the road to Thay
When a cleric sealed my fate, with blood from his own vein
His knife drew his own blood, and with the words bespoke
My sword dropped to the mud, my lungs began to choke
Twas deep in the twilight, when first I met my Bane
So too my dying night, my years be cursed by Bane
And on my final night, chasing glory and fame
A chosen of the light,I dragged his priest in chains
But glory was not mine, my fate was etched in strife
My throat was cut in twine, with the dark priest’s hidden knife
Before him I was lain
My life-light dying out
The god beyond profane
My hands were plagued by Bane
My downfall wrought by same
The vile god called Bane

  • The Paladin’s Lament, a poem by Sigmun the Skaald

On the Creation and Rise in Infamy of

Though no record of which mortal first called upon the dark gods for this power, little exists in the way of argument as to which god that first vile priest or cleric must have called upon. I write, of course, of the god of strife and suffering, Bane. Many historians of the divine believe the spell Bane to be the first indirect manifestation of the once mortal leader of the Dead Three, a trio of evil gods. No evidence exists to directly support this theory, however, it is widely known that the first true sign of power afforded those repugnant creatures who pledge their support to the dark god is the power to cast the spell Bane. This fact, along with the simple poetry of the notion, has lead to the popularity of the aforementioned belief.

Nevertheless, the ebb and flow of the popularity of this particular spell does seem to match the rise and fall of the god Bane. The usage and power of this spell spiked sharply during the Spell Plague, another horrid shred of evidence of Bane’s zeal for creating suffering in those already doing so.

Regardless of its origins, the spell Bane is now commonly taught not only to dark priests and those who would seek power through self-subjugation, but, rather, to bards and clerics of all demeanor. The changing in the nature of this spell’s caster may reflect either the dark times, brought on by the Spellplauge, or a fundamental change in the relationship between the evil god Bane and his most prominent and long lasting curse upon the mortal world.

On the casting of

As with all things done in the service of Bane, the casting of this spell requires some measure of anguish. The caster first identifies up to three creatures he or she wishes to afflict with this curse. Having identified their victim, the caster must then raise a hand to the skies and recite the blasphemous prayer in any language.

“Lord of Torture, God of Misfortune, Bane, Bane I call on you. I give of myself. I give unto thee. Take my blood so that I might spill more. An offering to you.”

After reciting the words, the caster must draw their own blood in whatever manner seen fit. The amount and method of drawing the blood is not relevant. As little as a drop spilled from biting a lip suffices. This blood is then flung in the direction of the chosen victim. The gesture is purely symbolic in nature, the landing place of the blood having no effect on the successful enchantment.

On the Effects of Successful and Failed Casting of

Those affected by Bane suffer a litany of ailments and maladies. The creaking of their bones like that of an aged man, insufferable itching, slowly growing pains, disturbed bowels, and thousands more. Despite the form taken by the curse, the victim finds even the most mundane of tasks difficult to perform whilst racked by a plethora of common conditions. Difficult tasks, such as those executed during combat, become extraordinarily difficult as weapons slip from hands and normally dexterous soldiers find themselves barely able to stand upright, racked with abdominal pains.

One might think the nature of the curse implies some connection with a god of disease, not strife. True, Bane, the dark god of suffering, gains great power, when horrendous acts of torture are committed in his name. It is, however, the small and constant pains of life that remind us that our mortal existence is, in fact, a series of moments of suffering. And, it is from these moments that Bane draws his true power, never ending reminders of his existence.

No known effects exist for a failed casting of the Bane spell. However, it is known that failure is not take lightly within the Church of Bane, and, while immediate consequences might not be evident, failure to please the god of suffering often results in his unwanted attention.

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