A sword made of demon blood to fight demons.
Freetext Friday. One of the many flawed magic weopon types of the Stolen World
A weapon used in the old days of Setsokan warlords, by the Son of Sets himself, these barbed spikes rend through flesh and bone as easily as paper.
"The Blizzard be strong outside, lads; settle yehself in and breathe the steam; we'll pass the time with a story."
A polished flake of porous stone, stained a deep, rusted brown, this once-hallowed knife contains traces of the eldest of magics.
The grudging gift of thankful mermen, a fine blade with a bit of baggage.
A magic knife - when it hits a target, it can age them by centuries, and may de-age the user.
Six gruesome blades forged from dwarven blood in the pits of ancient bol-Pakash. Six knives the dwarves wish never existed.
Sometimes, an item is not enchanted, but instead, a person's acts resonate so strongly across the planes of magic that their touch is forever remembered on the physical world. This is the tale of such an item.
Not all hammers are tools of creation. Some are made for destruction, and some rare few truly excel at it.
A dagger wielded in defense of the Modoc tribe, freezing its enemies in their tracks.
"Isn't it just a skillet?"
"That's what I thought... Now I'm not so sure."
The Hammer of the Dark can shroud your opponents in darkness, but if you use it too much, it is said that the darkness will fill your heart and lead to your own downfall.
"It's a bit rusted... but I think with time, you'll find that this ol' thing is a worthy travelling companion. And for you, miss... just 90 sovereigns."
A sword that defines and exemplifies the city of Angradhat
Occasionly magical weapons will be given the power to speak, and with that in mind I present thirty magical weapons with the powers of speech and their own distinct personalities. Feel free to add your own.
"This sword! It's helping me connect all the dots!"
"Yeah, even the dots that don't exist!"
This sword may not look like much, but it will probably save your life.
"Surely, you wouldn't deprive an old man of his walking stick?" Uh, yeah- you probably should.
"...The people of the Dalaben Fens have a custom heretical to our superior Zodashan faith, in which they place their dead upon the grass roofs of their stilt-houses. It is said that they do this because they used to bury their dead before the great Judgement, in which their home became the swamp which it is today."-Sir Edrosh Metorva, "The Barbarian Lands of the East, Volume X."