The passenger said, “It sounds like your wind chime is broken, or at least out of tune.” The first mate just smiled. “That chime is music to a sailor’s ears, it is,” he said. “We will have smooth sailing this day.”
It was a fine harness and reins. The leather was soft and well tooled. The bit was so shiney one thought it could be silver. It looked like no bit and bridle that he had ever seen. Yet, it seemed familiar, like he had heard stories about this before.
Magical gem that scrys storms, and allows the wielder to “walk” them.
Once a year, Father Olaf delivers presents to all the people of the world in one night.How does he do it? With the help of the Sleigh of the Storm, and the vital Shard of the Storm within it.
The proud dwarven Captain Dugfar stood atop his mighty machine of magic and stone looking down the mountain they had just emerged from; letting the wind whip his beard over his shoulder… "This is a proud day for the Dwarves!" He bellowed. "...and this is just the start!"
Deep within the bowels of the perilous labyrinth, the fearless heroes come upon a grand, ornate chest. Eager for more plunder to line their pockets with, they heave up the lid - to find nothing. A red herring? Maybe not.
A mid-sized sailing ship with an embedded Shard of the Storm.
A world reknown jester was no fool when his mis-applied one of his amusing spells to create a unique way to carry his loot.
After nearly killing himself with the first set of Hot Wheels, Bligard Wirecraft, attempted to improve the design and add some safety. Again the device almost killed him.
This wondrous item has only appeared in the last 150 years. Designed and build by an old and wise (mad or stupid said by some) gnome who loved to travel. This wizard, Bligard Ã¢â?¬Å?TripÃ¢â?¬Â Wirecraft, had the love for travel but hated the standard voyage methods (Horses, Flying, Teleportation, etc). So he developed a set of magic wheels that could be attached to a standard 4-wheel cart to get him from point A to point B as fast as possible. The first set of Hot Wheels nearly killed him, for you see the wheels have only two settings, on and off.
In the Middle Ages, and even up to the early twentieth century, most of Europe's executioners were related: the Sansons and Deiblers in France, the Pierrepoints in England, etc. The reason for this was that, it generally not being socially acceptable to, well, kill people, executioners and their children could, generally, only marry other executioners or their children.
The parallels with massively inbred, Hapsburg-style dynasties are obvious- imagine a rather clever but politically inept satirist noting this, and being sentenced by the latter to a meeting with the former; even worse, imagine a dynasty of deranged and deformed executioners- think Texas Chaisaw Massacre with government funding.