Alternate forms of matter
A little sentient material to spice up a fantasy setting
Lightning steel is a miraculous metal formed from an alloy of iron, carbon, silver and pure captured lightning.
A mineral responsible for refrigeration, arctic landscapes, and hot springs across the world.
Part of my series on pseudo-magical world building
Not all armor is created the same, some is made from sterner stuff, others, not so much.
A thankfully rare mineral that burn's one skin as if the Devil himself had spit on you
Myths and misunderstandings swirl around this mysterious metal
“Beware those gems that adventurers try to sell you. Before you know, they turn to fools’ gems”
Few things shine as bright as the jewels of Hell
"Ve'laan rust!" - Sailor slang, meaning "nonsense"
A metal with unique properties, ve'laan is prized by seafaring folk and admired by jewelers.
The Essence of Light, mined from the body of a fallen Star-Child.
Different types of fabrics in a fantasy setting
A type of silk woven from tree saps
A material similar in texture to normal silk, but woven from strands of ice
A type of silk given by a special type of larvae, much finer than conventional silk. Gowns woven from Moonsilk are not more alluring but can also give off musical sounds as breezes rustle over them.
The Writer glimpsed it in his journeys through the various hells, but he paid no heed to it. His tale was about the afterlife and the punishments therein, not the arms and armor of the Darkness.
A magical Salt, a dangerous bane against ice and snow…
Crystals have long be heralded as recepticals of magic power. Ice too, is a crystal.
A metal with the properties of ordinary gold, which has the properties of pure silver when covered with water.
A rare and diseased jewel, a canker fallen from the heavens
Saril had a dream. To open a library in the windswept wastes of Naarish, so that the people of the many villages and towns spread over the hundreds of leagues of desert could discover the joys of his books. For a whole year he kept his library open, but alas, almost no one came.
That is when Saril came up with his new idea. If people didn't travel to read his books, he would travel to them! Saril closed his library, hired a team of twelve camels, loaded up the beasts with all of his books and proceeded to invent the first nomadic library.
Now children and adults alike, looked forward to hearing the bells of Saril's camels as he entered their villages, as he tirelessly traversed the deserts in a long circuitous route, visiting every village and town he came across, in turn. It came to pas that Saril's traveling library came to some fame, and that is how the folk of Naarish became literate.
A word of warning though. Naarish has only six thousand volumes. He deals with those that lose or steal his tomes quite "harshly", by bypassing the town or village which was responsible for losing one of his books for that calendar year.