The Radiant Tongue

• Radiant Ammunition: Ordinary bullets are transfigured into radiant flame upon firing. Against fiends, undead, wicked men and corrupt magicks, these shots strike with devastating potency, burning away infernal flesh and shadow alike.

• Churchbell Toll: The revolver does not roar with gunfire on its own. Each shot releases a deep, solemn toll of bells, a sound said to echo even into The Hells themselves.

• Righteous Bearer: The Radiant Tongue can only be wielded by the righteous. The unworthy suffer violent burns, their hand charred to ruin should they attempt to fire it.

• Finite Sanctity: Though it uses common bullets, each firing draws upon ancient runes engraved in its chamber. These runes are finite. When their radiance expires, the weapon may fall silent forever.

The Radiant Tongue was wrought by Saint Edravos alone. He was no smith, but guided by divine vision he became one. For forty days and nights he labored within the cathedral forge, surviving on water and sacramental bread. Each hammer-strike was answered by the toll of bells above, their resonance binding sanctity into the metal. The frame was forged of hammered gold, engraved with baroque holy designs that doubled as glyphs of protection. The grip was carved from pearlescent relic-ivory and polished in oils pressed from consecrated fruit. Into the cylinder, he carved runes with his own bloodied finger, dipped in ash and wine. When at last the revolver was finished, he fired a single shot skyward. Flame split the heavens, the bells tolled louder than they ever had, and the Radiant Tongue spoke its first judgment.

The Gods for the first time in history as The Fall would break out, had officially introduced themselves to the world for the first time; No more could they afford to leave the world to its own devices to preserve the natural balance, letting the world know not of them but name alone, if they did not act fast Devils would be all that were left. So the Gods took action. To combat the warring Devils, they would each choose warriors who exemplified their unique purpose, Paladin, from the masses, and empower them with magickal abilities to fight on their behalf where the Gods were simply too powerful to act on the world in-person, lest it shatter completely. Edravos among these masses, Druvain, lord of craft and matter, drawn to his great skills in metallurgy, would take him on as his hand. Edravos would pray to Druvain for salvation against the threat, conventional weaponry and magicks gaining no ground against them; And so he would answer him, granting the Elfese war-smith visions of scriptures, runic sigils and materials he would need to strike back against them. The result of these visions and a most-laborious ritual-like effort, was The Radiant Tongue; A firearm alone is a powerful weapon, but when infused with holy word, when steel becomes sanctified and etched with runes no mere-mage can replicate, it created an icon of Everwealthy culture. He would take his creation into the crucible of the Fall.   When the red-skinned conquerors besieged the walls of the Elfese who once dwelled here, he walked the battlements alone, each tolling shot cutting down a fiend thought immortal. From this day forth, he would be called Saint Edravos, and the bells of the revolver became a sound all folk knew, a dirge of salvation for mortals, a cry of despair for the damned. Upon his death shortly after the Holy Wars the Paladins and Clerics left without leadership after The Fall would wage against one-another, bringing the The Knights of All-Faith together to venerate each faith equally rather than see more bloodshed; The revolver did not vanish. The remaining members of the order gathered it, and enshrined it as their proof of purpose. When the Knights of All-Faith were founded upon conclusion of the Schism-adjacent holy wars that spelled Edravos' end, the Radiant Tongue was laid upon an altar in his name. Since then, it has only left the reliquary in times of true desperation, during exorcisms of archdemons, during crusades when the Pantheon’s name faltered, during nights when the shadows grew too long. But the relic is dwindling. The runes etched by Edravos’s hand are eternal, but its bullets are not. Though the Knights polish it daily, pray over it, and guard it as their greatest treasure, none can replace its ammunition in the current dark age following the Schism. When they runout, the bells will stop. For now, the Knights of All-Faith lord over it with reverence, but also fear, one dark day, they may find themselves with only a golden trinket, silent in their hour of need.

The Radiant Tongue is more than a weapon; it is a sermon of steel and faith. To the Knights of All-Faith, it is the holiest proof of their legitimacy, the revolver that spoke with the voice of the Pantheon. To the common folk, it is legend. A golden sidearm whose shots toll like bells, whose bullets strike down demons as if they were paper. To cultists, heretics, and infernal lords, it is a nightmare that never leaves, still feared in every waking moment.