Baseball Bat

Early Baseball Bats had to be hand-crafted, yielding a wide variety of styles. Many prioritized weight, some balance, and others comfort, but this Baseball Bat has been carved, welded, wrapped, and wielded only to kill—painfully.

This Baseball Bat was lost on the coast, rotting and splintering before drifting into the hands of a lost hermit. But it is the lost who hold the wisdom of untraveled worlds, and pour their souls into the splinters of writhing, knotted bark.

When Corruption closed in on her beloved circus family, Madame Fate supposedly imbued this Baseball Bat with her special sight. In the hands of an attuned Hunter, it shatters bone with ease, the sickening cracks a testament to what was always meant to be.