Somewhere, in some reality, something is moving really really fast in that direction.
"Hey, I actually enchanted something! Wow!"
"He’d look a lot more majestic up there if he weren’t wobbling all over the place!"
Teeth: small, durable, and full of potential, if one only knows how to tap it.
"Okay, so I can’t run. But look at me jump!"
Fear ye not the sorcerer’s might / for ye be wreathed in Baunumdraung’s light!
"How did you lose your arm?"
"Well you see, I fought this one bloke with a bizarre sword…"
Just as every religion has a unique emblem, so to do they have unique equipment that their more adventurous members make use of. These are some of those items.
It is said by the village gray beards Of Breen, that the band of human exiles who founded their prosperous farming settelment almost a century ago,had to fight a long,savage struggle with the original inhabitants of the fertile valley;monstrous trolls that saw the new arrivals as meals, rather than as potential neighbours.After 5 long years, the humans with their superior steel weapons, drove the troll tribe into the bleak highlands and hills sourounding the valley.But as time passed, the old tale begun to become legend, rather than history and is regarded by most, as a mere story used by parents to frighten disobediant children.And yet the village leaders have always forbidden their people from wandering the hills....