Its formula is tightly held, many have sought out the secrets of magic-dispelling steel…
One of the most soughtafter substances in the World of Ã?ran.
From Strolen: (Items) Village has a nearby natural substance that comes from the ground and burns well when lit. They use it only locally and try not to let the secret get out.
“Gold. GOLD. GOLD! Beautiful, wonderous, Gold! I am Rich I tell you. I am the luckiest man alive!”
A glass-coated axe of stone capable of inflicting much worse damage to the foes armor than to the foe…
The boat floats on what?
Air, the Aquaverso makes it float on air.
12 years ago: When Lord Caasi turns his restless mind to the ancient art of alchemy, he unleashes Philosopher’s Mercury, a primal source of matter and a key to manipulating the four elements of Danmatum, Lux, Phlegm and Gas
Anything is possible with the capricous power of this Glyph.
A traditional weapon among certain primitive tribes such as the Powi,this strange paste derived from the Ahal nut has been used to suprise and encumber many an opponent.
A Magical Stone, look into it and see what you need to, but beware…
A metal found deep in the bowels of the earth. It stays warm even after years away from the forge.
“Ever in my hand, lies the Blade of the Mad. It’s straight, simple craft is so alluring to me… It drives me to evil, but I love what it does. For the first blood the blade tasted was that of a human.”
A particularly volatile element, Imuricum is found in Adamantite covered by Red Mui’aan Fungus. Only the greatest of alchemists dare attempt extracting Raw Imuricum; only the most foolish metallurgists mix it with inferior materials, and only the bravest blacksmiths will create weapons from this rare and dangerous metal.
Every year, the Lizardfolk, who call themselves the Quetzalx, send traders to the colony of Armegk, bringing with them their special kind of gold…
A fist-sized clot of shadows with strange visual properties.
Dorlyanic Crystal is a substance from which the ancient Dorlyans, godling-race of a distant planet, forged their mighty weapons. Weapons made from it cleave the flesh of the supernatural and the extraterrestrial like a hot knife through butter.
A substance, born of the cold and adapted to the warmth of the human world. Its natural state is a mercury type liquid but when held in frozen conditions the wielder may will it to take any form desired. Their only limit is the amount of liquid they have.
An insidious creature, most likely somehow "related" to trappers and lurkers, the Dead Leaves (for no other name exists as of yet for this foul thing), hibernates for three of the four year's seasons, deep underground. Its active time is Autumn, when trees shed their leaves, depositing colorful carpets across the ground. The terror then emerges and blends in with the surrounding leaves, perfectly camouflaged, waiting patiently for unsuspecting victims. In appearance it resembles nothing more than a ten foot square, six inch thick, layer of bright yellow, orange, and red leaves. The only hint that someone is walking on top of it, comes in the form of an unusual amplified sound of leaves crunching underfoot. Too late usually, the victims notice this additional "crunch". The Dead Leaves will then swirl and "rise" up to smother and suffocate the victim, like a colorful, malevolent, boa constrictor.
Fire, as can be imagined, is particularly effective against this creature, but one has to *know* it's there before putting it to the torch. And there's the rub. The creature is impossible to "identify" in a large patch of fallen leaves by eyesight alone.