Cornelius, the Cone of Confidence
The Silence of the Spike The iron-bound doors of the armory groan under a thunderous impact, showering you in stone dust. Behind you, the heavy, wet footsteps of the monstrosity grow louder. In the corner of the room, half-buried in the shadows of the dungeon's rot, leans a strange, seven-foot polearm. Its massive, blackened Damascus steel head is shaped like a spiraled cone, edged with razor-sharp metallic gills that taper into a diamond point. It stands perfectly still, a silent monument to carnage, seemingly too heavy and bizarre to be wielded. Yet, as the door begins to buckle, the drake-scale grip seems to pulse with a faint, hidden warmth, waiting for the one hand desperate enough to claim it. What do you do?
About Cornelius, the Cone of Confidence
The Silence of the Spike The iron-bound doors of the armory groan under a thunderous impact, showering you in stone dust. Behind you, the heavy, wet footsteps of the monstrosity grow louder. In the corner of the room, half-buried in the shadows of the dungeon's rot, leans a strange, seven-foot polearm. Its massive, blackened Damascus steel head ...Read more