Lament (Patreon)

Weapon (scimitar), legendary (requires attunement)

This ghastly blade drips with an everflowing stream of sea water. It gleams with the fading light seen by a drowning man. You gain a +3 bonus to attack and damage rolls made with this magic weapon. When you hit a creature with this weapon, you can choose to ignore any temporary hit points the target has. This weapon has 6 charges and regains all charges after a long rest.

Depth Summon. While holding this weapon you can spend 2 charges to cast the Hunger of Hadar spell without expending a spell slot. The DC is 16 or your spell save DC, whichever is higher.

Grave Calling. When you reduce a humanoid creature to 0 hit points with this weapon, you can spend a charge to force the target to make a DC 16 Charisma saving throw. On a failed save, the target instantly dies as its soul and physical form are torn apart.

The creature's body turns into a Ghoul and a Specter appears in an unoccupied spot within 5 feet of it. As a bonus action on each of your turns, you can mentally command any creature created by this weapon within 120 feet of you (if you control multiple creatures, you can command any or all of them at the same time, issuing the same command to each one). You decide what action the creature will take and where it will move during its next turn, or you can issue a general command, such as to guard a particular chamber or corridor. If you issue no commands, the creature only defends itself against hostile creatures. Once given an order, the creature continues to follow it until its task is complete.

After 24 hours or if you are killed, a creature created by this weapon turns to dust and disappears.

Long passed be the era of Billy Cross at his prime, galavanting across the seas without a care in the world. Yet all these years later there still be sightings of the Duke of the Waves, strode upon a ghastly vessel thought lost to the ocean depths. Decades later the Duke still sails, but his crew be long departed. Now the only company he keeps be the bodies and spirits of any poor devils unlucky enough to cross his path on a bad day. 'Tis said those who listen close can hear the mad Duke whispering to those hollow shells that once be fighting pirates, as though waiting for some response after years alone on the cruel seas.