"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.
The grudging gift of thankful mermen, a fine blade with a bit of baggage.
A magic knife - when it hits a target, it can age them by centuries, and may de-age the user.
Six gruesome blades forged from dwarven blood in the pits of ancient bol-Pakash. Six knives the dwarves wish never existed.
Sometimes, an item is not enchanted, but instead, a person's acts resonate so strongly across the planes of magic that their touch is forever remembered on the physical world. This is the tale of such an item.
Not all hammers are tools of creation. Some are made for destruction, and some rare few truly excel at it.
A dagger wielded in defense of the Modoc tribe, freezing its enemies in their tracks.
"Isn't it just a skillet?"
"That's what I thought... Now I'm not so sure."
The Hammer of the Dark can shroud your opponents in darkness, but if you use it too much, it is said that the darkness will fill your heart and lead to your own downfall.
"It's a bit rusted... but I think with time, you'll find that this ol' thing is a worthy travelling companion. And for you, miss... just 90 sovereigns."
A sword that defines and exemplifies the city of Angradhat
Occasionly magical weapons will be given the power to speak, and with that in mind I present thirty magical weapons with the powers of speech and their own distinct personalities. Feel free to add your own.
"This sword! It's helping me connect all the dots!"
"Yeah, even the dots that don't exist!"
This sword may not look like much, but it will probably save your life.
"Surely, you wouldn't deprive an old man of his walking stick?" Uh, yeah- you probably should.
A favored weapon for rogue/thief followers of the Sun God.
As the sun set, the holy monk of Jove muttered a word and the tip of his staff flared into flame like a torch, without being burned or scorched in any way by it's own holy fire. He carried on his way without fear of being sneaked up on or stepping off the path in the dark.
The Staff of the Zythumancer can bring the most helpless alcoholic into the embrace of sobriety or turn a tetotaller into a useless drunk with a simple tap to the head.
A black sword, blessed with elemental power, and tainted with hatred and rage
An old, misanthropic and paranoid man feels his time is coming. There are sons to leave his fortune to, but they are not worth it, not a dime do they deserve! And he doesn't really trust anyone else. And so he has made a decision: as a part of his last will, his henchmen are instructed to burn and destroy all his holdings, buildings as harvest. The lands shall be auctioned off, the proceeds used to pay the servants. Nothing shall stay behind. Nothing.
Depending on the status of the grumpy old man, this weird occurrence may be only a family drama, or it may end up bringing an entire region into chaos. Or the son(s) have found what should happen, and want to prevent it before their sick father dies.