A pike that holds the spirit of a brave slain warrior.
The deluxe weapon for every adventurer. A short sword with a small extra dimesional space in the handle.
A ShortBow created by a community of Gnomes who liked to simplify things. It has three strings. Each string has a very different effect.
Axes were made to cut down trees. The Living Trees of Blackwood forest decided the best thing for thier axe to cut down was men.
The famous War Fan of the Resplendent Burning Phoenix is a treasure that once belonged to the great hero and warlord, Youhei.
A spear that could undo the enemy, or undo the beholder…
This blade is not old, nor is it renowned. It means alot to the one that bears it, however, and can be very deadly if used properly.
GalwaEnchena is the name for the ultimate weapon, the weapon said to be able to slay even a God, if the wielder is willing. This weapon appears to be a finely crafted broadsword. It is so much more. Forged by Corvus the Great, for Alyen the Wise, known as Alyen the Bloody, King of Western Marches, it is a weapon so terrible that it brought peace to the land. Note: GalwaEnchena in the old tongue means “End of Conflict/ End of War”
A magical warhammer with an electrical history.
This sword was forged in the ancient past at the request of a soldier who had to destroy an evil magician who had gained immortality.
The weapon to all appearences will appear to be a +5 sword until in battle when a qualified person swings the suddenly heavily unbalanced sword.
Plain looking dagger. However, when the dagger is seen in the light of an open flame Jamil’s hand print is on the hilt from where he gripped it in his death.
One day a a wind begins to blow out of the West. The next day it gets stronger. And stronger still the next few days. Eventually (and fortunately), the speed of the wind tops out at a steady fifty miles an hour, but continues to blow. Soon an entire kingdom is wondering why it's not abating. The weather mages deem it unnatural but can't seem to banish or control it. The priests of various faiths claim it's divine. The End-Of-Days crowd is having a field day with their predictions of doom. No one knows why the gale persists. When inquiring with neighboring kingdoms, it seems they too suffer from a persistent western mistral. Eventually the populace begins to adapt to living with a twenty four hour a day wind. Always from the West, and perpetual. What could be causing this? A raging Elemental king? a curse from the gods? an unearthed artifact? Or has Nature itself gone haywire?