The Warlord's Pick

The Warlord's, golden pick, the most sacred thing ever imaginable. He won it in a fierce battle with an opponent from the netherworld.

Some say it is enchanted with a holy might, others see it as just a simple piece of plastic. He holds it sternly when playing, moving ever so slightly to reach his desired pitches.  It is his tool for his instrument. It never leaves his person. It is an extension of himself and of his being.