Carrion Verdant Axe of Corruption glints with a sickly emerald sheen, its blade a curved, malevolent crescent. The steel bears a mottled patina that looks alive, as moss crawls along its edge. Bone inlays run along the hilt, pale and polished, while the grip is wrapped in leather that smells of earth and rot. Runes etched in tarnished brass wind around the blade like vines, pulsing with a thrum. The handle bears a scar of resin where a sigil once burned, a reminder that this weapon belonged to a hand that refused to yield to decay. In the right light, the hue shifts like leaves after rain, and the weapon exudes a whisper of disease and renewal. Legends tie the axe to the Verdant Covenant, a fringe of necromancers and druids who believed that corruption and growth could be braided into one will. It is said the weapon was tempered in a swamp where carrion feasts were offerings to fungus and shadow, then quenched in a pool of spring water that carried green spores. Those spores survived the blade, seeding rot into a target’s life force, while sending tendrils of vitality back into the bearer. Practitioners swear the axe does not merely harm; it accelerates the forest’s slow insistence to reclaim what is dying, bending fate a fraction toward decay’s renewal. In combat, the Carrion Verdant Axe of Corruption performs a double act. When swung, it bites at living flesh, curbing a foe’s momentum while dripping a pale, green ichor that lingers in the air. The weapon’s edge bleeds with a feverish glow, amplifying condition damage and spreading a blighted aura to nearby enemies. Veteran wielders tell stories of turning a skirmish into a woodland rite: nimbly striking, then waiting as the blade’s green breath seeps in, corrupting armor and gnawing at willpower. It pairs particularly well with necromantic or condition-focused builds, where the axe’s corruption feeds on the decay around it, fueling minions, draining life, and muting an opponent’s resolve. The item’s presence has always felt larger than a single fight, as if it were an emissary between battlefield and burial ground. When a group moves through a ruined outpost, the axe’s green gleam marks their path, a warning and invitation at once. Traders whisper of its cost not in silver but in stories—how many lives are touched by its corruption, how many trees reclaim their breath through its blade. At the Saddlebag Exchange, where relics and rumors float in the same breath, the price is argued and re-argued until the crowd thins and a buyer is found, one who sees both the weapon’s hunger and its memory. For the collector and the warrior who seeks resonance beyond mere efficiency, the Carrion Verdant Axe of Corruption stands as a dangerous talisman: a tool of war that carries a slow, patient seed of renewal, a reminder that sometimes growth comes at a grave price, and sometimes the forest itself fights through iron and rot to claim what it remembers, always.