Sons of Siculus Embrace

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|image=chest_sons_of_siculus.png
|quality=rare
|type=chest
|attack=260
|defense=260
|ability=Children of Blood: Chance for bonus damage against Campaigns; Extra damage for each additional Sons of Siculus item equipped
|text=IV. Thus Byron never learned the truth she'd promised him. But even so, the knowledge that she'd imparted was enough. He was a warlord's scion. Descended from a mighty man of war. He was better than the wretched boys and girls who tormented him.
By day he ignored their jibes now. Byron let the babbling of his inferiors in blood and lineage pass him by unregarded. This displeased them. His nonchalance deprived them of their sport. One of them tried to provoke him by invoking his mother's name -- jeering at her as well as his father, telling him she'd warmed a brothel's beds, or licked boots clean at the mayor's mansion. Byron's eyes didn't so much as flicker. Even when the boy struck him, slapping him so hard his cheek burned with the print of a red palm, he did nothing but walk away.
That night Byron returned home late, slipping into the hovel where he dwelled alone, hands shaking but eyes bright. He took the bloody knife out from his knapsack and hid it under a floorboard.
No one struck a warlord's heir.
As he lay on his mattress, he dreamed he was Carnus the Warwalker's son. Together the two of them reddened the world with their footsteps.
|obtained=Random drop from Bastion of Blood (Campaign)
|obtained2=Random drop from Bastion of Blood (Campaign)
|info=
|set=Sons of Siculus Set
|}}