"Now it is not known exactly how he bypassed his master's mystic shielding, but bypass it he did, and so the mask was his. As soon as his fingers brushed the mask he could feel it's immense power, but he also knew it to be a dark thing. The mask barraged him with visions of grandeur. One second he was a king, the next he was towering over the corpses of all those who had ever wronged him, and of course sooner or later the poor fool slipped the Mask of the Child over his face."
The Mask of The Child was old, an ancient artifact from The First War. Born of hate, forged in devil fire, it was created with the singular purpose of killing in mind. What it's creators did not prepare for, was the mask having a will of its own.
"The Black Sorcerer trembled and let out a scream. The mask had no intention of granting him anything more than oblivion. It was destroying his mind, but he was a student of the magical arts, he fought back. He almost lasted a full minute before he fell to the floor."
"A short time later The Child began to stir. It slowly raised itself from the floor and took in a deep breath. Ah how wonderful it was to smell again, to breathe again, and soon to kill again! It's captor, the man who had trapped it in a sphere of magic, was nowhere to be seen. But that was fine, it could wait. Meanwhile The Child would have to do something about it's body. Flimsy and weak as The Black Sorcerer was, his spells had been potent, but with his mind destroyed The Child had to make do. Using it's own innate magic, The Child forced the muscles inside of its new body to grow. They doubled in size, then tripled. Deciding to test out its new strength, The Child picked up a large oak chair set in the corner of the study, and snapped it clean in half. Pleased, The Child then took to arming itself with the various magical items laying about the room."
"It's captive had been no minor dabbler of the arts, and the magical items in the room attested to that. First, The Child donned two rings of power, further swelling its already impressive muscles. Next a shield, enchanted so the wielder would never tire. Lastly, from a spot placed high upon the room's back wall, a great black axe. Once this same axe had been wielded by powerful demon of the lower planes and it's thirst for the blood of the innocent nearly matched that of The Child's. It was then, while admiring its new weapons that the door opened, and it's captor stepped into the room..."
Stopped cause I figured if I made it too long then no one would want to read it
Build was made more for the story than anything else but yes I actually do have it and use it every so often. Nothing impressive really, just BKGA.