Rose of the Queen Valkyrie (Patreon)

Weapon (spear), legendary (requires attunement)

A sharp and coiled rose blossom rests at the top of this gilded spear. A pair of silver, winglike leaves stretch outward from either side of it. You gain a +3 bonus to attack and damage rolls made with this magic weapon, which has the finesse property. When a creature is slain with this weapon, a red rose grows from the corpse after 7 days.

Blooming Strike. Whenever you hit a target with the spear, it takes an extra 1d6 piercing damage from the attack. Once on each of your turns when you deal this extra damage, you can cause up to two other creatures that you can see within 5 feet of the target to also take 1d6 piercing damage, as a spray of thorns fly outward from the spear.

Flurry of Thorns. You can use an action to spin the spear above you, sending a cascade of magical thorns out from you in a 20-foot radius. Each other creature within that area must succeed on a DC 17 Dexterity saving throw or take 4d6 piercing damage. Any creature within 5 feet of you has disadvantage on the saving throw and takes an additional 1d8 slashing damage from the effect on a failed save.

Returning. When you make a ranged attack with this spear, it returns to your open hand immediately after the attack.

She looked down on a valley of roses, and all she could see was the color of blood.

It had been years since Mist had returned there. She hadn't held the title of queen on that battlefield, nor any title at all. But she was the only one there when her queen fell, the only one who could take up her liege's sign and fight in their stead.

She could still trace the path she'd taken, carrying on from the spear's former herald: blooms marking generals' graves, flowering hedges where battalions were felled by her mourning thorns. And a tapering trail to where the battle had ended, where she'd stood before her allies and—still on the verge of tears—been granted a true valkyrie's wings.

Maybe one day, all she would see would be the roses. Not the war, not the losses, not the heroics or the death.

Just a beautiful memorial to a grim memory.