Most weapons of legend are made in the days of legend; Nightfall is an exception, birthed in violence and vengeance.
Most magical weapons look magical and stand out, Excaliver, Grond and a host of others. This one appears to be a common scythe, but is anything but ordinary.
A sword that stores the identity of the wielder. To transfuse the soul to the blade, one must first stab himself through the heart. The person will not die, but lose the freedom of the soul upon real death.
As if there was not enough siliness around…
...The ring slid onto her finger as if it were lovingly crafted just for her. Its diamond seemed to take in the sunlight, amplify and reflect it in every direction. Then almost immediately, the light waned and the stone went dark. Her throat clutched in a constricting gurgle before she slumped to the ground, still and lifeless.
...The rubies seemed to withdraw into the ring and then into his flesh. The man howled in pain, two small holes were the only reminder the rubies existed, but he could feel them still.
Pain is inevitable; suffering is optional.
Ogelend, Border Reiver
"What, another murder?! How can this happen?! No leads at all? I didn’t think so. Something’s got to be done about the children, I suppose…"
"A doll for your child, sir? Only two coin. My dolls want to be played with, sir. That’s why they were made. They’re very special dolls, sir."
"The Queen was never the same after she started wearing that new breacelet of hers. She used to care about her people, now she just takes as much as she can and gives nothing in return. Sooner or later a revolt will break out."
The skull of the dragon of dark illusions
Tales of the Phantom Ship
From Top to keel ablaze
It sails the wide northumbrian strait
No-one knows her name.
Tales of the Phantom Ship
It’s a ship afire they cry
Hard against the wind it sails
No-one can say why
Lennie Gallant (Breakwater, 1988)
Sid’s Bag of Treasure is in every way an exquisite bag of holding, but Sid continues to profit long after the bag has left his possession.
Beware the Dance of Destruction!
This oily, crimson liquid is rare to find even in the more complete apothecary’s collections. It can be easily applied to any blade or arrowhead as it was designed to do so, however if consumed it will have no ill effects on the drinker.
Sometimes an item can be a little too effective…
Some say the blade is cursed and brings despair to any who own it, others believe that it is merely coincidental misfortune.
Ring of Disappearance
A useful item, but overuse can make one ... Disappear
Ruan was the first of Tarak’s troops to disappear. When it was time for him to take a turn at watch, his bedroll was empty, and tracks led away from the campsite.
The Connoisseurs of the land would remember Vigo Telaggio’s masterpiece, but not in the way he’d intended…
It started as the answer to a monarch’s fears, but it ended up as a thing of terror.
You receive a vision of a rooftop "somewhere close by", where a rare moss grows; in the vision, you know the moss is suitable for greatly enhancing the effects of certain types of potions. Now go and find that rooftop. Don't fall off. (Of course, rooftop runners *will* be taken for miscreants by the local City Watch....)