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.
Pantarbe, floating rock, skystone, drifting earth…
Born half in legend, half in cold science, Lightning’s Voice is a carrier of divine wrath in an age without faith.
Obsessions rarely work out for the best, but chaos makes them interesting… -Anonymous
A coward’s ring, Spathi’s Ring of Elusion allows the magi wearing it easy escape from battle, and a parting shot to be remembered by at the same time.
These light daggers are the tools of the priests of Death, bringing Her Mercy to those whom suffer.
An attempt to improve the venerable elixir of haste, there remain a few… kinks to be worked out.
This seemingly normal stake is potentially a lot more then it seems. Few people however can unlock it’s full powers, or would want to.
"O Victorious Maul, send down your fury!
O Hammer of Justice, bring Dalraaen’s law!
O Weapon of Righteousness, cast out the unlawful!"
- Magistrate Archivinus Kelstori, Ode to the Gavel
With the patronage of Dalraaen, this heavenly mace is the focus of the Magisterium’s strongest order. Its darker roots, however, are hidden even to its wielders, and its very existance threatens the world.
The famed Sigil Swords were a great help to the naval forces of those who served Big Red, and their magic would only serve their owners, much to the anger of the Admirals of the De Madden Company.
The wicked claw of the Hollow Woods, you would be wise to avoid their feared archers…
Sometimes, you just need to stash something away - some spare cash, a holdout weapon, your gender…
The fey are strange, but occasionally, just occasionally, their actions make sense.
Peter saw it in the shadows. It began like a emerald sparkler. The sparkler begain to move around in a circle. Slowly at first, but with increasing speed. Then gold and silver light began to spin around with the green. Soon the spinning lights cooled. They became metallic, yet still gently glowing in the gloom. Inside the ring, static - like the static on an analog tv - appeared. The first of what he would call Grinches appeared.
New Takes on Classic Magic Items
A magical rope with many useful properties.
A wonderous weapon bearing the power and grace of the elvish people…
A magical, multi-dimensional crystal that damages all it touches, even reality.
Candles aren’t just for lighting, anymore.
A list of harmless (if sometimes annoying) potions.
The Jiangsi was the name of an undead being in Chinese folklore and mythology. Usually translated as zombie or vampire for Western palates, the Jiangsi was really neither. They appeared as simply risen, fresh corpses. They moved (peculiarly!) by hopping rather than walking, and sought out the living to suck the Qilife force from their victims.
Perhaps significantly more interesting than the Jiangsi itself, was the lore surrounding them. "Zombie wranglers", or "Corpse Herders", usually Daoist priests, were men tasked with delivering these undead beings back to their respective home towns. Tradition in China placed great importance and emphasis on the return of the dead to their homes and families, and thus the corpse herders came to be. By using magick words and talismans they would animate the dead, and by placing specially inscribed parchments of paper over the Jiangsi heads and faces, the corpse herders would be able to control the hopping corpses. Then like pied pipers, they would lead processions of subdued undead, across many miles, rhythmically chanting and ringing tiny bells.
Special inns were built across China to house these undead caravans, as the zombies could only travel by evening and night, the sun anathema to them. Rows of doors opening to barely a closet-space, lined the walls of these special establishments. Behind these doors, the corpses would be stored upright while the corpse herders rested in rooms.
The Jiangsi under the control of a corpse herder were quite harmless, merely hopping after him, silently and without complaint, for weeks and months. If however, the magicked parchment would somehow be removed from their faces, the creatures would immediately seek living humans to kill. Their thirst for Qi was unquenchable.
The job of a corpse herder was an interesting one to say the least.