• •Deals d10 damage on a hit — the blade is genuinely enormous and cursed
• •On a natural 20, the target dies instantly and is neatly folded into a pile, like freshly laundered linens
• •On any hit, wielder must test DR10 Presence or loudly announce 'OOH I'LL GET YOU FOR THAT, DUCKIE' in a shrill elderly voice — enemies must test DR12 Morale or be too confused to act
• •On a natural 1, wielder trips on the scythe's haft, falls prone, and their trousers drop to their ankles — all allies lose next turn laughing
• •Armor is treated as 2 points worse against this weapon — Death simply cannot be impeded by good taste
• •Wielder gains +2 to Presence while holding it but smells permanently of lavender and disappointment

GRAN'S FINAL ERRAND: Once per session, wielder can invoke the scythe's deepest power. They freeze in place, begin knitting at supernatural speed, and produce a small woolly jumper. Anyone who puts it on heals d8 HP but must test DR14 Presence or begin weeping uncontrollably about their life choices for d4 rounds. The weeping is audible from 100 feet.