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"The Sigurdian style Bowgun is the most popular recent take on the common Arbalest. While it has been commonplace in the Sigurdian kingdoms and in Caern for over half a century, it has only recently found use on the continent - but it looks like it's here to stay."
-Daaren Hurst, Imperial Master at Arms
A cornerstone of modern biotechnology, and something that remains in the upper echelons of secrecy.
He struck out hard with the blade, cutting his foe down to the bone in the arm that held the weapon , only to feel agony in his own sword arm as if it too had been cut right down to the bone. As he dropped his blade due to the shock and two more opponents closed in to cut him down, he realised to his horror that his blade was a Feeling Sword and that he was unlikely to survive this fight.
Illusion is the disguise of emptiness
An item revered by the Serenia and reviled by the Fasceti.
QuestThe Nekron, also known as Dark Elves, the Drow, and other ruder names are rarely friendly with humans, but on occasion they need their help, and are willing to reward them for a job well done...
“Take it, take it! I’ve had enough of that thing! Maybe you can make head or tail of it, but I certainly don’t want any part of it!”
I had me a dream once. Just after I *acquired* this here knife. Only the knife was a bit shinier and I was in an alley somewhere. I dunno, maybe it was Brie or Holsten, someplace like that. Anyways, I'm walking down this alley when I comes across some dumb bloke trying to shortcut his way to market. Like *my* alley is a god-d**ned thoroughfare for just anyone!
I am the mask that grins and lies
I'll hide your face and shield your eyes....
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Even the most despicable and evil Tyrant will be convinced they pale in comparison to this monstrosity.
The curse of poverty is very real, and sometimes you are forced to learn the error of your ways before you can break its shackles.
Some sovereigns prefer a different sort of tax from their subjects - whether freely given, or taken by force.
Quest - #2 Winner"Gods, oh, g-gods," stammered Dray, as he sagged in my grasp. His eyes were wild, unfocused, and his teeth were damn near chattering.
"What the hell WAS it?" I snapped, half-glaring at him, half-gazing past his shoulder to figure out what had made Dray's squad run like a pack of rabbits.
"There, it was t-there, that g-guy ..." He drew in a breath, and straightened up, pulling his wits together. "That guy. With that huge frigging sword. All a-burnin' with magic fire, and screaming like the frigging damned." Dray glared right back at me. "You know I ain't no coward, G. I've fought long and hard, but the Lieutenant can go to the Ice Floes bareassed before he'll get me to face THAT twice."
QuestNot only the weapon needs to be special or magical...
"Damn," Dray said, beaming with excitement, "will you look at this, Gwythar? There must be twenty gold coins in this box! Hah, right behind that crushed shelf and the heap of worthless old books. Want to see if there are any more?"
I blinked, as my blade comrade led me by the sleeve to what must have been some library. Books? "Worthless" old books? "Damn" was right! Pestilence take a handful of coins, Master Thormor would give us ten times that for those books! Now all I had to do was talk Dray into it ...
Quest - #1 WinnerThe Truth Mage, Veracit, feared to utilize the Observer's Paradox, uncomfortable with their perilous effect on reality.
“So there it is,” drawled Dray. “Hoorah, it’s purty. Can we go home now?”
Shining like it was woven from silver there at the peak of the hill, older than us, older than the Empire ... some said it was older than the world. But that didn’t matter so much to us today, because the general had screwed up with his damned trickery. Our condotta was on Lyllenyn’s Hill, all sixty-one of us left, supporting less than a cohort of Vallian regulars that were all that held down the position. The Avanari wanted that Standard a powerful lot more than to face our main body, it seemed ... and Wolf Lord’s swinging sack, I couldn’t count the number of spears marching onto the hill.
Quest"This sword! It's helping me connect all the dots!"
"Yeah, even the dots that don't exist!"
The two gently-humming, crystal-studded blades are semi-transparent and sharpened to a deadly razor edge. The haft between the blades is decorated with brilliant multi-colored crystals. The balance and craftsmanship are perfect. You feel that these trusty blades will never fail you.