W A R W I T C H
WHEN THE HORN SINGS
EVEN THE DEAD WILL RAISE THEIR CUPS
OOC INFORMATION
- Intent: To design an effective bio-weapon to be utilized in small or large scale scenarios
- Image Source: Einarr's Journey [X] | Thor [X] Drinking Horn [X] Odins Horn Holder [X]
- Canon Link: Tihaar
- Permissions: N/A
- Primary Source:
PRODUCTION INFORMATION
- Manufacterer: Domina Prime [X]
- Affiliation: Mandalorian Empire [X]
- Market Status: Closed-Market (LIMITED EDITION)
- Model: Chalice of The Gods
- Modularity: No
- Production: Semi Unique (20 Hand Forged Warhorns)
- Material: Alchemized Mythosuar Tusk
- Classification: Exotic Drinking Horn & Instrument
- Size: Small
- Weight: Small
SPECIAL ATTRIBUTES
"To drink from Gjallerhorn is to swallow fire & faith alike. Only one burns longer~"
Forged from the spiraling horn of a Mythosuar behemoth slain in the mythic dawn of House Prime's ascension, The Gjallerhorn is a relic unlike any other in Mandalorian history. Its surface is blackened and veined with rivers of molten beskar, the metal seeming to breathe with inner fire. Ancient runes crawl like serpents along its length, runes not etched by hand, but grown through faith and sacrifice. When held aloft, the horn's surface hums with a deep, guttural resonance, as though the beast that birthed it still groans within, hungry for worship and war.
At a glance, it is a drinking horn of extravagant design , yet to those who know its truth, it is a chalice of the gods, an instrument through which the faithful commune with Ha'rangir Himself. To drink from the Gjallerhorn is to taste eternity. To sound it is to awaken the memory of destruction. Every drop of Tihaar elixir within its depths burns with divine intoxication. A blend so potent that it is said to carry the echo of dying stars in every swallow.
It is as much a throne as it is a vessel, a symbol of divine excess and earned indulgence, reserved only for those whose names have been seared into the metal of Mandalore's history.
Bottomless Excess: The Gjallerhorn's runic channels are alive, their veins linked to the furnaces and molecular distilleries buried deep within The Ark's molten core. When the horn's contents run dry, the runes flare to life, siphoning distilled Tihaar Prime through the void, across hyperspace, and into the horn's belly. The liquid manifests as a black, luminescent brew. Thick, metallic, and steaming with power. This endless flow ensures the faithful may forever revel, forever feast, forever burn.Warhorn of Ha'rangir: When blown through its wide end, the Gjallerhorn becomes a instrument of sound and spirit. The note it releases is a bellowing roar, the cry of the ancient Leviathan and the laughter of gods combined. Its resonance travels for kilometers through atmosphere and void alike, vibrating hulls, shaking bones, and stirring Mandalorian hearts into frenzy. Across fleets, the sound is instantly recognized: the call of Ha'rangir, the herald of war.
Collective Communion: Each sip taken from the Gjallerhorn during a ritual feast weaves its drinkers into a shared trance. Through the horn's runes, their emotions, memories, and desires blend into one, a collective ecstasy of brotherhood and flame. Battles fought, loves lost, glories won. All are tasted and shared. In those moments, there is no I- only we, and we are fire.
Divine Intoxication: The black Tihaar within the horn is not ordinary drink. It is brewed from the ashes of slain worlds, mixed with molten ores and psychotropic extracts harvested from the Ark's fungal forges. To drink it is to feel the heat of suns surge through one's veins — a rush of violent euphoria that bends the mind toward laughter, lust, and holy madness. It is said those who survive their first full draught emerge changed — more than mortal, less than sane.
INTRINSIC STRENGTHS
"When Ha'rangir Calls, It Will Be Through The Horns Call~"
Infinite Indulgence and Immortal Celebration: The Gjallerhorn's most celebrated gift is its unending bounty. The eternal flow of Tihaar Prime from The Ark's distilleries is more than convenience, it is a sacrament. The horn ensures that no feast aboard the fleets of Mandalore shall ever fade, no celebration ever starve. In the eyes of the faithful, this unbroken flow symbolizes the perpetual fire of Ha'rangir's blessing. That even as galaxies burn and empires die, His chosen will never want for revelry. Entire campaigns have been waged on the morale sustained by this sacred drink, turning despair into hunger, hunger into fury, and fury into victory.
Symbol of Dominion & Divine Rank: To possess the Gjallerhorn is to stand as the living embodiment of gods covenant. The sacred union between war, worship, and indulgence. When the horn is raised, its light draws the eyes of every warrior; when it sounds, even Warlords bow their heads in reverence. It is not merely an heirloom, but a throne disguised as a cup. The horn's presence commands absolute loyalty, as it signifies divine sanction from Ha'rangir Himself. Through it, the bearer's authority is recognized. Only being issued to Mandalorians of renown, rank, or great acts of bravery in battle. Foundlings do not possess it, nor do those who have yet to earn the respect and metal of their peers. Making it a mark of prestige among the ranks of empire~
Divine Warhorn: The horn's call is more than sound, it is a metaphysical summons that vibrates in the beskar of every Mandalorian's armor and soul alike. Those who hear its bellow are seized by ancestral memory, compelling those who heed the call to unite beneath the banner of Ha'rangir. The call has a way of unifying in a way few speeches could, spreading fanatic zeal across star systems. Entire wars have turned with the sounding of the Gjallerhorn, its note forging legions from chaos and madness alike.
Bond & Brotherhood: The strange trance that can potentially be induced by drinking from the Gjallerhorn has the power to encourage and bind warriors beyond the limits of blood or creed. In its shared ecstasy, battle-scars are forgotten, rivalries forgiven. Warriors who drink together from the horn report visions of past lives, shared dreams, and prophetic glimpses of wars yet to come. To those unable to withstand the weight of its influence find themselves partaking of it is to dissolve individuality into the communal flame of gods will. This bond has preserved entire fleets through famine, rebellion, and despair. For those who share its draught struggle to turn on one another without first betraying the god who made them one.
Divine Inspiration: The horn's brew does not dull the mind, it awakens it. The Tihaar's alchemical properties sharpen reflexes, embolden the heart, and elevate the senses to the threshold between life and death. It is said that many of Ha'rangirs greatest tacticians, prophets, and berserkers conceived their most glorious visions beneath its influence. The Gjallerhorn transforms intoxication into revelation, indulgence into insight, its drinkers often emerging from its haze proclaiming new wars, new creations, and new forms of worship in Ha'rangir's name.
DESIGN FLAWS
"The Horn Does Not Quench Thirst, It Awakens Hunger."
Curse of Excess & Madness: The Gjallerhorn gives without restraint, and therein lies its most insidious peril. Its Tihaar is no mortal brew; it is fire disguised as pleasure, and its intoxication burns the soul as much as it exalts it. Those who drink too deeply find their sanity unraveling into laughter, violence, and visions of apocalyptic beauty. This affliction, known as Ha'rangir's Laughter, is both curse and initiation. The drinker consumed by ecstasy so profound they forget to eat, sleep, or reason. Many among the faithful have perished smiling, believing they had glimpsed the Destroyer's face in the fire of their delirium.
Burden of Worthiness: The Gjallerhorn is not a relic for the common hand. It is bound by oath and rite to the lineage of the chosen. To raise it without sanction is heresy, and the horn itself rejects pretenders. The unworthy find its liquid turns to ash upon their tongues, its call silent no matter how they blow. Those who persist in desecration are consumed from within, their blood boiling into vapor as the horn's runes flare in divine outrage. For the true believers, this is proof of its living will. That the relic itself defends its sanctity, sparing no imposter.
Light of The Ark: Though bound by faith, the Gjallerhorn's endless flow is tethered to The Ark's molecular furnaces, divine engines that serve as both heart and hive of House Prime and jewel of The Empire. Should the Ark fall silent, or its runes grow cold, the horn's link severs. Without the Ark's radiance, the horn becomes inert, its liquid turning stale, its call reduced to mere echo. Thus, even the mightiest Warlord remains dependent upon The Ark's pulse, a reminder that no warrior stands apart from the flame that birthed them.
Temptation of Flesh & Spirit: The Gjallerhorn's greatest seduction lies not in its drink, but in what it represents. Divine indulgence unbound. Many of the faithful have mistaken its bounty as license, its fire as absolution. Commanders have grown decadent, feasts have turned to debauchery, and what began as sacred celebration has ended in the ruin of discipline. In moderation, it sanctifies; in excess, it corrodes. The horn demands reverence, not dependency, and those who forget this truth find their power withered by pleasure, their faith hollowed by gluttony.
THE HOLY GRAIL
Among the countless relics unearthed in the blackened vaults of Furyia Prime, none stirred the hearts of the faithful quite like The Gjallerhorn. It was found deep within the shattered catacombs that once cradled the Ark of Ha'rangir, buried beneath the molten bones of an age long thought extinguished. The discovery was heralded as a divine omen, a call to resurrection. When the Inheritors pried open those rusted vaults, the horn was found preserved in a sarcophagus of obsidian glass, its mouth rimmed in gold and its body carved from the fossilized tusk of a mythosaur. The great beasts whose spirits once crowned Mandalorian glory.
The horn was more than an artifact; it was a relic of celebration, conquest, and communion. Its surface bore ancient runes that sang when touched by flame or blood, whispering the tongue of the old gods. Scholars, priests, and witch-forgers aboard The Ark spent decades studying its nature, guided by the zeal of Dima Prime herself. Through ritual and sacrifice, they restored the horn's power, fusing forgotten enchantments with living machinery, melding faith with technology. Within the Ark's belly, a divine distillery was constructed. A sprawling cathedral of pipes and glass conduits where black ale, Tihaar, is endlessly brewed and fed through runic channels directly into the horns of the faithful.
It is said the Gjallerhorn drinks not only from the vats of The Ark but from the will of its god. When the faithful toast to war, it fills; when they lament defeat, it burns; when they triumph, it overflows. Each horn now given to Mandalorian champions carries the spirit of the original relic. Hand-forged conduits of pleasure and purpose, carved from mythosaur horn, rimmed in iron and gold, and etched with runes that pulse like living veins.
Thus, the Gjallerhorn has become a holy emblem of the New Mandalorian Empire, a symbol of divine excess and unending might. It is the cup of Ha'rangir's chosen, carried into feast and battle alike. Dima herself is said to drink from the first of these restored relics, and every toast she makes is a prayer that shakes the heavens.
Out Of Character Info
Intent:
A signature holy grail for Mandalorians of rank, renown, and prestige.
Image Source(s):
https://stock.adobe.com/search?k=%22drinking+horn%22
Canon Link:
https://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/Tihaar
Technical Information
Affiliation:
Mandalorian Empire
Model:
Chalice of The Gods
Modular:
No
Material:
Enchanted Mythosuar Tusk
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