A great bladestaff, almost two meters long, it is seemingly a living root of an ancient tree from the most secret depth of Demonreach. A straight long shaft of hard wood from a tree that does not, cannot exist in this day and Age is interwoven with hard rock and metal veins, all of them carved and covered with a flowing script that, in the language as old as Creation itself, lays out the Warden's mandate. On one end, the staff ends in a small crown, the roots twisting to form a pentacle within a circle,the edges glowing with the emerald fires of the Forgotten Tyrant lending their authority to the bearer. On the other, the staff peters off, the shaft narrowing until it becomes a length of edged metal, mortal iron and immortal brass interwoven in to form infinite layers of a blade that is also, without a doubt a key.
This is both the symbol and instrument of the Warden's authority, the tool with which they carry out their duties and uphold their mandate. With but an application of Will, the Warden can call upon the spirits of his domain - both the prisoners and the island itself. Shackles and chains manifest to capture those the Warden hunts, ancient stone walls rise from the ground to defend their master, and reality itself bends to accomodate the Warden's mission, barring the passage into the spirit world to the wicked.