A short metal rod connected to a longer wooden handle by ... nothing. The rod floats in the air close to the handle.
This is it. The one that started them all. The very first flaming weapon.
The great warrior Golden Pinions Youhei once carried this sword. It is said that on the day his wife, Elex, died, he leapt into the sea and sank to the bottom, taking this sword with him.
Normal small knives modified to give fast attacks. Enchanted versions are even more deadly.
A pilgrim’s protection, an assassin’s friend, a weapon of no great power.
A weapon of surprise.
Long lost beneath the raging seas, the Sword holds the pure power that nobody could ever contain.
A well worn ornamental axe that has been used beyond its intended ritual uses. Reason being that it has an aura around it that negates all magic.
The party has found the source of the strange creatures roaming the countryside. The rift in this reality glows with a silver hue, rippling with the wind but never moving. They step through and are immediately assaulted with the scent of rotting meat, some have to muster all their strength not to vomit. Strange cries similar to the beasts the party had faced before can be heard in the distance. Looking around, they see they are in a forest of grey and red rather than the normal brown and green. The trees are sticky to the touch and writhe, perhaps to get away or perhaps as a warning.
The deeper the party goes, the more the forest seems to slither and move underfoot. The cries get closer and more numerous. Creatures lurk in the shadows, all the same color of their surroundings. Whatever the party came in here for, they had better do it fast.
The forest of flesh is waking up, and it is so very hungry.