A sword with a bitter history and a dark stigma
A magic weapon common among the Orcish tribes
The sword of swords, it is what it needs to be.
If your gonna bury someone, you may as well make sure they stay buried, right? Well, this will definately help.
If drawing your sword won’t send people running, then maybe this sword’s singing will.
"So you have burned down the village?"
"Speak no more! I see the guilt in your eyes. Prepare for your punishment!"
The blade of the adamant blossom…
The God of the Sun granted the kings younger brother a weapon imbued with the power to take the crown and almost enough power to keep it.
LLorryn of Rydlin crafted charms and magic items over his lifetime. All are known for his trademark, the ringing sound caused by the magic flowing through them. While bards have granted fame to his thirteen Singing blades, among warriors and weaponsmiths, he is best known for his "singing knives".
LLorryn of Rydlin crafted thirteen of the famed Singing Blades, as well as numerous other charms and magic items. All are known for his trademark, the ringing sound caused by the magic flowing through them. The Swords are his best known body of work.
A blade of darkest night turned to a different use, to teach and educate the knight?
A blade that lives, and has lived for millennia.
To Remove All Pain
Etching on the blade of the Anodyne Sword
This weapon lets you reach out and poke someone…
This mouldy green blade has saved many of it’s owners, only to turn on some of them who dared to overwork it. It should be treated with great respect by it’s owner, to avoid what happens when it goes bad.And allways remember, keep it out of the kitchen at all costs!
Sacred tools of protection granted to those who must travel in the name of the One God, these lightly made, weighted gloves are easily overlooked.
To the holder of the DwarfSlayer it is said that the very mountians will allow access, but he or she will be amongst Dwarves the most hated person on the planet.
A warhammer with liquefying powers.
Forged from the stuff of legends by a great Sacre-Sorcerer. Grants the wielder a variety of different powers throughout the day and night.
For eight centuries Elric’s Silver Hammer has been buried in his barrow with him-a terrible fate for a sentinent weapon. Is it any wonder that it has got a little crazy after all those years?