If your gonna bury someone, you may as well make sure they stay buried, right? Well, this will definately help.
If drawing your sword won’t send people running, then maybe this sword’s singing will.
"So you have burned down the village?"
"But, but…"
"Speak no more! I see the guilt in your eyes. Prepare for your punishment!"
The Median forked dagger, a weapon evolved out of hunter’s tools, found almost exclusively in northeastern Media.
An ancient relic of a long-dead hero and a link to the divine
The tomb robber smashed his way into the royal barrow, and shone his torch around. Painted upon the walls was a fresco of a king pulling a sword from a stone, and in front of the sarcophagus was a large lump of lead with a sword hilt within it. He pulled at the hilt and grinned as a sword with it’s blade glowing a soft green emerged from the lead, wondering how much money he could sell it for.
Amenorian brings forth her power to bring justice and retribution to the wicked.
Once wielded by the priests of the Jackal God Uep-Hawet, their heirs will suffer no others to possess it…
Some say the blade is cursed and brings despair to any who own it, others believe that it is merely coincidental misfortune.
Built for an assassin, the Devouring hand can pass many an attempt to detect it, yet it demands a terrible price of its wearer…
A siri dai is an exotic weapon used by the Medec warriors, as an integral part of their cultural martial art, dai thila ohm.
Translated roughly as “Rope weight,” this weapon has evolved from a tool used by fisherman for anchoring to trees or hauling their boat through the shallows.
A gleaming blade of translucent flint, crafted to defend the ancient Hunting People tribe.
When man thinks of the wild, he thinks of the lush greenery of the forest, of the majestic plains and the deep mountains. He thinks of the elegant wild deer, of the mighty bear and the stealthy wolf. But there is another side to nature. This is the Legacy of one who learned.
A weapon from before the time of men, enchanted in times of legend by the greatest of the land’s druids.
Such a bloodied claymore has history way back through lines of father and son. In fact only one place near the handle still holds a metal tone, because of a magical barrier, and it has ingraved in it words that forever speak out to the swords bearer. Those words, like a guilty memory, can never be forgot.
“Thou who shall kill a sons father, shall then be killed by a fathers son.”
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Tantalum is a rare, blue-grey metal that is found deep within the chasms of Ferchiun*. Immune to all but the strongest acids, if more had heard of it would be more sought after. It is nearly as hard as adamantine and holds an edge equally as well. Those few who believed such a tale did not return from their quest to gather any, or if they did, it was not to the homes from which they came.