There is always a cool breeze blowing through the room that has this simple table decoration. The Star of Breezes is an item that complements Siren no Orakio’s Item submission “Shards of the Storm”. This is a quest submission.
In accordance with my own Quest:
And they shall beat their swords into plowshares, the implements of war returning life to the land.
The Rod of Arcane Power is saught after by wizards everywhere as a source of limitless power. The Rod of Arcane Might is an item that complements Siren no Orakio’s Item submission “Shards of the Storm”. This is a quest submission.
These boots are an item that complements Siren no Orakio’s Item submission “Shards of the Storm”. This is a quest submission.
You should feel proud today, knowing that you will be the reason why another person will live. Why they will escape the brink of death and be able to heal all injuries. This is a great thing and you should feel elation knowing because of you, they will live. Unfortunately you must die for them to live; such is the way of the world.
-Inganno - Follower of Caedmon, Alchemist of Shadow
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!"
An Clasp ornately carved out of gemstones that can be quickly attached to any robe or cape. In truth, the Clasp of Reincarnation is actually a powerful artifact that can grant the wearer eternal life…Sort of.
The Rebec came from the Arabian rabob. It has been known in Europe since the 10th century but their use in art music was chiefly during the Middle Ages and Renaissance.
The Organetto is a personal organ that puts out full range sound. Yes this is a real world musical item, but it is so “out of most people’s experience” that nobody realizes it exists.
The Lizard (tenor cornett) is a real world musical item, but they are so “out of most people’s experience” that nobody realizes it.
The unearthly sound echoed across the faire over the din of the crowd. An apprentice trying to make some extra coin had found a way to utilize his training tool. While this would scandalize his master and his peers, the common folk were mesmerized by the unique sound this instrument performed.
To give a world a feeling of otherworldliness, it is best to replace some standard, everyday objects by imaginitive replacements. I thought I’d turn to musical instruments as music often defines (or embodies) a culture.
This is just a first idea, feel free to post some more, because I will…
Untold years, laying in the deep
Sheltered in the sepulchre earth
Borne by the dead who never speak
Funeral Gold and Grave Silver
Beware the gift
Beware the giver
Archaeologists have long wondered about the origins of “cup and ring-marked stones”, the mysterious rocks found on deserted tracts of moorland bearing markings resembling small shallow pits with concentric rings and dating to the Bronze-age.
This strange tobacco mixture that natives of Ankorill use
for both traditional ceremonies and everyday events.
“When I was ten-and-eight years old, I went south to the land of Emhutz, which is near the Holy Land, and I went before the wisest of all God’s creatures but the Prophet, Najaug, all-knowing, all-seeing, all-wise, who in this time did dwell there, and him I asked five-score questions.”
-The Subeya, “First Song: Going Before the Prophet”
Though it is a called a trident, it is actually a magic sword of the truest type. It is a mystical device used in ritual magic.
The weapons of the Ankorill Warriors and their uses.
Pu-Da are called Clubs in the rest of the world. Among the Ankorillian weaponry are different types of clubs for use in close combat.
Ankorillian warriors carries, on a regular basis, Na-ha (spears) and many different types of Pahas (daggers). However, these are not daggers as most people think of them.
The ochre sands stretch for miles around. Something kicks up the dust. It's a yak. A desert-yak. It ambles slowly, nuzzling the ground for the low-growing shrubs. The ranger freezes. "Stay very still," he warns. "Don't move at all."
"What is it?" you ask, breathlessly.
"It's the most dangerous creature in the whole Ocadian desert. And it's about to eat that yak..."