"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
“Oh the shark has pretty teeth, dear, / And he shows them pearly white. / Just a jack-knife has Macheath / And he keeps it out of sight.” - Bertolt Brecht
The famed Mountain Cleaver is a mighty hammer and is never taken "lightly".
Ragnarok; An ancient flameblade hidden in a crumbling dwarven crypt
It is said of the mighty Banhammer that it will send those who it hits, body and soul, to the depths of Hell. The truth, however, is rather more prosaic…
Hammer good for monster bash! Flat monster is good monster!, ja?
"I was out on that lake for a good eight hours trying to dreg up that seaweed, and boy did I get burned."
As Corran spoke, his walking stick started to glow, suddenly erupting flames over his left foot.
The Icicle Sword is a powerful weapon of cold, but those who use it’s full powers almost allways pay with their lives.
30 groups of magical swords
The Spear of Light is a potent weapon, but those who steal it or do not treat it with the proper respect soon wish that it had never ended up in their hands.
These light daggers are the tools of the priests of Death, bringing Her Mercy to those whom suffer.
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?