Bertha

Bertha is a heavy battleaxe sized for a disciplined warrior, though it feels eerily eager in the hands. Its iron blade is dark as wet slate, with veins of pale silver that flicker like lightning under the surface. Along the haft are tiny tally-marks and etched joke-runes commemorating impossible survivals, unfortunate neck injuries, and one allegedly heroic haircut. When drawn, it gives a low, judgmental hum that seems to rise in pitch just before violence.