Pantarbe, floating rock, skystone, drifting earth…
One of the legendary unholy treasures
Also known as the Staff of the Bodyguard
Brumborion’s blade, the fang of the north, ice razor, the glacial sword, Givone’s Favor
Curiosity killed the cat…
A small collection of magic items intended to limit or negate the powers of a magic user
Pain is inevitable; suffering is optional.
Ogelend, Border Reiver
A piece of crystallized magic.
A compilation of magical staves that summon servants.
The last masterpiece of master fletcher Jugan of the Lorug Phreng
A floating sphere of rusted iron spikes, no good can come of this.
A metal that can only be tempered once, and ever after it shall know no flame, nor shall heat harm it
A sword with a bitter history and a dark stigma
We need a bigger gun…
A magic weapon common among the Orcish tribes
So much gone, so much I can’t remember. but I have my spells, and that is all I need to deal with you.
Last words of Thuulgar the Wicked
The sword of swords, it is what it needs to be.
The engines and playthings of the artificer kings.
You can’t tell safe water from bad, well unless there is a pile of rotting bones in it with not a scrap of flesh left on ‘em and then it’s pretty obvious.
PVT. Quinn, memoirs
The cloud doesnt have much of a smell. It looks like fog until it’s on you and then it’s two late. A couple of sucking breaths and your chest is one fire and your eyes are bleeding. Terrible stuff, but if you think it is tough on the living, you should see what it does to the dead
PVT Thomas Quinn.
A few musicians play their instruments and a beatiful maiden dances to the music. Wonderful to look upon, you surely will spend a few coppers, will you? In addition, two thieves move through the on-looking crowd. "Spare the coppers - loose the silvers!" your father used to say.