A sword made of demon blood to fight demons.
Freetext Friday. One of the many flawed magic weopon types of the Stolen World
A collection of Chinse Broadswords (Daos) from history and folklore (3rd in my Chinse lore Codex)
A legendary weapon for my Dragon Empire setting, inspired by an actual weapon that existed in Chinese history
A weapon used in the old days of Setsokan warlords, by the Son of Sets himself, these barbed spikes rend through flesh and bone as easily as paper.
"Come on,, chop chop, I haven't got all day." The last words of Sir Percy Quantril before being beheaded for his attempted coup against Queen Yocasta.
An axe of extraordinary power. There couldn't possibly be anything harmful about it- right?
A sword containing the mind of a legendary general, and very picky who may wield it.
"The gods have chosen to smite us today my brethren...but we must fight back"
"How damn it we're just men...insects before their power"
"We will have to find the dagger"
"The Blizzard be strong outside, lads; settle yehself in and breathe the steam; we'll pass the time with a story."
A polished flake of porous stone, stained a deep, rusted brown, this once-hallowed knife contains traces of the eldest of magics.
A close quarters combat weapon, and one of the more vicious ways to ruin someone's day
A royal heirloom passed down from the original dwarven deep-king Hjotar Zan Madroszal. Also known as the hammer of delayed oomph.
The grudging gift of thankful mermen, a fine blade with a bit of baggage.
Two halberds that were made for each other.
A magic knife - when it hits a target, it can age them by centuries, and may de-age the user.
A destroyed Kingdom of the Moon, Imbria was lost and it's flotsam of debris rained down on Earth. Among the treasures of shattered Imbria were it's Ancient Swords
"Though he walk through the most dangerous ghetto in the city, he shall fear no evil with Lawboon by his side."
The Wizard-Brewers of the Old Empire stored memories in bottles of mead, passing their brightest ideas, most subtle magics, and most important decisions on to their heirs in bottles of oddly-flavored honey-wine. A cache of these ancient magical vintages has been unearthed, but does anyone dare drink from it? The ancient mead's creator is a complete mystery, as are the thoughts he left behind.