The Sword of Huran is the chosen weapon of The Order of the Spellswords. Each one of them crafts their own Sword of Huran to serve them in their battles for the king.
This relic, while of little value against the living, is a formidable tool against the beasts from beyond.
Forged from the light of the first dawn, of the world, it remains radiant even now, long ages after…
Brumborion’s blade, the fang of the north, ice razor, the glacial sword, Givone’s Favor
Swords are deliverers of death to the living. This one offers something more to those already dead…
An ancient relic of a long-dead hero and a link to the divine
A legendary weapon of the Ouzquin Dremorix
These are the traditional honor weapons of the legendary Blades of the Golden Sun. It is with these weapons that they defended the Imperial Realm from the Taint of Shadow. Or so some say.
The enormous hammer of the Warlord Gyog Ak-Thail, the Ribcage Destroyer. It is said to have slain 3,000 men.
Sovereign’s Swords are the distinctive weapons of the Sovereign’s Finest, the upper ranked members of the Kingdom’s forces. These special agents are the Sovereign’s hands, imparting justice and rulings when needed, being embassy, or doing special duties.
A symbol of the guardina of the faithful, the Pilgrim’s Torch is carried from one holy site to another, ensuring the safety and continuity of the faith..
A tool of war, given free will to foster stife and conflict, that used that very same free will to become a messenger of peace.
The sword of the Half-Elven Warrior-Priest Ryhiron. It was forged by the very God whom Ryhiron serves, as a reward for his extended faith and loyal service.
It is especially effective against those who would defile all that is good and relates to its user through his very mood and thoughts.
Some say it speaks to the wielder, whispering a soft song of serenity and peace.
Created 10,000 years ago by the blood and sweat of every dying race that was raped and plundered by the dragons…
A sword that learns and teaches, forever singing of past and present.
A special sword handed down to only the worthy few men who possess the true nature of the Righteous Order.
AutoMedon – A mechanical poet of renown not for his vast catalog of poetry, but for his complete lack of anything written or spoken, having had no output in his programmed profession. His creator is unknown or at least unaccredited, and there are those in great number in the artistic world who wonder and marvel at his inability to produce poetry, crediting that flaw to his creator who is unknown or at least un-credited. There is also a small faction of scholars who believe that when he finally, finally speaks, it will be the most beautiful or sorrowful verse ever spoke or will ever be spoken. Whether his creator is among either group or dead is unknown. AutoMedon sits alone under a tin roofed enclosure, upon a stone chair, with his gaze off in the distant as if thinking.
“It’s strange to look at this mechanical man and think what thoughts are working through its’ workings or even if the damn thing is” – Aralis of Qurim, poet and pottery salesman