Adon turned the mace over in his hands. It was a huge thing, a blunt, brutal thing. A spiked metal ball atop a two-handed, leather-wrapped haft. There was no elegance to it, no finesse. There was no particular care in it’s forging and there was no art to wielding it: it was solidly made and if swung with sufficient strength it would get the job done. The ball was as heavy a weight as he could swing, the leather was to stop the handle getting slick with blood. It was unremarkable, save for it’s size and weight and now it was covered with scratches, dents and poorly effected repairs. But he felt an affinity to it, crude though it was, and had carried it for as long as he could remember. One of the few items he had never pawned or traded for a hot meal and warm bed.
Once he knew the origin of every scratch and scar on its surface: every dent or scrape told a story of honour won or a battle fought. But now the damage just represented a life of violence, there were no stories any more. There was no honour, just struggle and hardship.
Adon is a former Blue Whale Knight that now makes a living as a pitfighter and hired sword. The Blue Whales were a lesser knightly order, recruited as children from the orphanages of the Empire for their physical size. They largely served aboard merchant ships where they would be stationed in small groups as a safeguard against pirates. Pirates, generally lightly armed and armoured were unprepared for these giants in full plate, as heavy armour was a thing rarely worn at sea where it would be a death sentence should the knight be swept overboard. Though moderately successful as an order, the Blue Whale Knights were disbanded due to an unsustainable rate of attrition.