On 26 July 1, this item began its existence as a standard-issue sounding rod, a ubiquitous tool for the indentured laborers of the Ferrous Guild. Deep within the Iron Mountain, miners relied on these reinforced staves to tap tunnel walls, listening for hollow echoes that warned of instability or dangerous gas pockets. It was a simple, utilitarian instrument, mass-produced for the challenging work underground.

Its mundane purpose was irrevocably altered when mighty tremors tore through the mountain, unsealing a long-hidden chamber. From this breach erupted a cataclysmic surge of Wild Magic, terrifyingly entangled with the vengeful spirit of Ursula Nachthex. As citizens transformed and inanimate objects sparked with uncontrolled energy, this very staff was caught in the heart of the chaotic maelstrom.

A terrified foreman, fleeing the collapse and the horrors unleashed, instinctively clutched the sounding rod. The mundane tool was thus repurposed, becoming an immediate defensive weapon against the twisted abominations now plaguing the region. Though outwardly appearing ordinary, this specific staff had lingered too long near the raw node of Wild Magic.

The mountain's chaotic energies permeated its fibers, leaving a potent, latent sleeping imprint deep within its wood grain. Now, its period of active use concluded, the item currently rests within a pile of scavenged tools at a refugee camp outside Ironhold. There, it lies, its unique history and sleeping power unrecognized, mistaken by all for a mere pry bar.