Death’s Scythes, honed sharp by eons of judgment, reaping the souls of the dying and the damned for ages past. Borne to creation for the grim motive of keeping the balance of life with the cold and final resolution of death. The origin of the Soul Reapers is shrouded in mystery and darkness, granted to whom would serve the Reaper’s dark purpose. A weapon with blades so keen, a single swing would rob the essence of life from all who would present itself as challenger to the will of their master – to the will of Death. Comprised of metals beyond the reach of this universe, the blades tone is tenebrous is nature, cold and shrouded in despair throughout its hilt and wrappings, whispering with the breath of those whose time has come to pass. The sigil sprawled out along the face of the blade spells the mark of the Well of Souls, serving as guide to victims reaped so that they may be lead through the underworlds and to the soul’s final resting place. The Soul Reapers answers the command of only one; the Horseman Death. Versatile in its strengths, these scythes operate in pair - dancing in tandem with the ferocity of battle. The blades can be united as one at the behest of their master’s strike, gaining reach and the ability to cleave through any foe. Strength balanced by quickness, might honed by prowess – There is no weapon greater suited to the Pale Rider than a blade without remorse, for there is no force darker than death. Angel, demon, man or beast– it matters not; for in these scythes, your soul its bounty keeps.