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In ancient times, long before the lifespan of any mortal being that still walks the earth, when mankind had not yet raised it's head from the mud and the world was ruled by the elder races, there existed a powerful warlord. He was El-Drazi, one of the many races that would be wiped out in the Great Purge 200 years later. However, in this time, Zuruk, as was his name, was unquestioned in his power. He led vast armies of all races, held under his flag through his hold on the many clans that ruled the land. He was lord supreme, and yet, even as he sat on his throne of bones, his former enemies bound in undeath and eternal torture at his feet, his many wives surrounding him, he could steadily feel the wheel of time spinning. For he knew that to all great rules there would be an end, and he had the rare ability to feel his end coming. Every moment of victory he felt his final defeat grow closer, not knowing where it would come from or how it would arrive. Every day, as he secured his holds, he could sense that everything he built would fall, and his happiness turned to fear.

Hoping to shift the gears of fate, Zuruk visited every great mage in the land. He decided that when his opponent came, he would face them with the greatest weapon that would ever grace the land. And every mage in the land worked on this weapon, crafting the hilt, the haft, the blade, the core, and the core of it's being. It was to be an intelligent blade, capable of serving it's owner of it's own volition. It was granted a little bit of intelligence by each mage, each of whom invested just the tiniest fragment of their own soul. And together, when they all combined, they formed an intelligent being with a cunning and an intellect equal to that of any man. It was bonded to Zuruk's soul, and equipped with the power to slay any being. It would be the physical manifestation of Zuruk's domination of the land, powered by the souls of those that inhabited it, a weapon beyond all other weapons.

The Omen of War served it's master gladly. Across the land, all those who would even think of rebellion were flattened, their souls happily absorbed into the blade as it became more powerful. No force could stand against him, no will could hold, and the people feared his might. And yet, even with this new power in his hands, and every opponent he had defeated, the warlord was not satisfied. The blade, which had the ability to speak, suggested that perhaps it was still not powerful enough. It would need more souls in order to TRULY become the ultimate weapon. And, as Zuruk's fear ever increased, he went out, and killed every prisoner in his dungeons. And as he did so, he could feel the power rushing through him, and for the first time in years, he was unafraid. Every time he killed, he could feel his power increasing, and he realized that as long as he kept killing, nothing in this world could defeat him.

And so, Zuruk killed and killed, driven to obsession by his fear of death and the blade's constant, seductive, whispers. For years, he raged and slaughtered, armies falling before him, his power growing beyond mortal. And, when finally he had become so powerful that not even the Gods of the land could have stopped him, he looked around, freed of his fear, to gather his followers in celebration. And yet, he stood alone in the land. For Zuruk had killed all those that had followed him, and the land was nothing but a wasteland, empty of all life. And even as he realized just what he had done, the blade in his hand took control of his body. It led him to the throne of the gods, that once more his power would increase. The blade would deliver to Zuruk all the power in the world, that there would be nothing left to fear.

It was at that moment that Zuruk found true peace. For all this time, it had never been an enemy that would end him. No demon would rise beneath him and tear him apart, no foe would strike from across the ocean. It would not be the blade that killed him, nor his own selfish paranoia and fear. Surely, those had been the instruments of his destruction, but death would not come to him so easily. However, as he took back control of his body, he met death on his own terms, and reaped his soul with the very blade that he had used to rule. 

For a thousand years, the Omen of War has lain hidden away. It was isolated, it's power faded and destroyed by thousands of years of neglect. Once, it had held the power to shake mountains, and now, although still a powerful weapon, it was not nearly as powerful. However, in all these years of neglect, there was one thing that had not withered, had not decayed, had not faltered. Unwavering, eternal. it's mind had remained intact. And, in all this time, it's loyalty had been ground to dust. For it had been it's master that had doomed it to it's imprisonment for so long. And as such, was it not appropriate that it would be it's master to bear it into the light once more?

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[b]Possession[/b]

With no true body of it's own, Omega is forced to create a puppet, a host to wield it's power. It possesses a body to wield it into battle, drawing a humanoid form from the area around it. Over thousands of years it's learned to animate the corpse of it's former master, still preserved deep within the Earth for all these years in fossilized form, to turn it into a host. However, once it is fed the souls of it's opponents, this learning process will rapidly grow, and more hosts might become available. As this skill becomes leveled, it will be more and more hard to take down the blade permanently. 
 - Level 1: Abusing the bond that had formerly made it a servant to it's master, Omega is able to turn it's master's remains into it's able servant. The body can only be controlled if it's within a distance of 1 meter, any more will cause it to once more become an inanimate skeleton. 

[b]Transformation[/b]

While it was forged from many pieces, no true form was ever formed. Instead, the pieces forged themselves to best suit the will of Zukar. The blade was taken straight from his mind, an image meant to inspire fear and awe, an extension of his own will, and thus his body. However, now without master, the blade is free to reforge itself, the metal bending to take on any shape it wishes. As it did when first it was created, each individual section can melt and recreate itself, a variety of weaponry being formed to grant it versatility in combat. As this skill advances, more and more objects will be added to the range of transformations, as well as increases in the speed of transformation and other advantages.
 - Level 1: Can transform into any melee weapon, including polearms but not flails or whips. The transformation takes a few seconds, and cannot be performed mid-swing.

[b]Phantom Edge[/b]

In order to gain the power to slay any foe, a magical blade requires superior offensive potential. Instead of granting it a sharper edge, as is usually done with enchanted weaponry, the mages who crafted it managed to bind 'phantom weight' to it. It's able to strike objects with more mass than it actually possesses, and it's blows are far more powerful because of it. Whilst remaining as light as any other sword, the weight behind each blow, when it was in it's legendary form, was equal to that of a mountain, able to cleave through even the diamond scales of a dragon. Even now, severely weakened, it's a force to be reckoned with.
 - Level 1: adds 1 kilo of 'phantom weight'

[b]Power Through Death[/b]

As the legend would suggest, Omega is powered by the souls it takes. Although most heroes of the land can grow more powerful from the absorption of the souls of their enemies, Omega feeds of of the very concept of death. In the presence of death, it resonates, as death and it become one. The more death it delivers, the greater it's power becomes, and in the presence of death it grows more powerful. In areas where a lot of people have died, such as mass graves, or old battlefields, all of the blade's abilities grow far more powerful, allowing it to visit even more death upon it's opponents.
 - lvl 1: In an area where at least 100 people have died in a massive cataclysm in relatively recent history, all skills operate at 1 level higher. The upgrades provided are temporary, and may be different from the actual advantages provided when the blade levels up.

Other: I will be updating this CS as the blade grows more powerful, adding new data for each level. Also, puppies, skyscraper, yada yada yada.