You find a dusty violin on a stand in the next room. Through the grime of the years, you can tell that it is of excellent make. Perhaps someone can put it to good use? An instrument is meant to be played, after all...
The Baleful Eyes hang in the space lanes near the Sanctuary of the Oraki, standing ever-watchful vigil in the name of their safety. The first to sense, the first to see, they are a lynchpin of the world's defense.
A close quarters combat weapon, and one of the more vicious ways to ruin someone's day
The three sacred relics of Ahkti.
With many legends and myths attributed to it, the Shield of St. John was wielded by the Prophet and bears the curse of fame for bearing holy magic. However, the only benefit the Shield could bestow upon the wielder is psychological.
The sound was most troublesome. Long have I been prisoner to Kormack and his evil designs, and the torturous sounds my heart has been cursed to endure has left me cold inside. I endure and ignore. Cold to the pain and the suffering of poor souls around me. Their Fate forsworn as soon as they enter His lair. But this, this atrocity has pierced my now icebound heart and cracked deep into my very soul. The children... The mewling babes that know nothing of their future, nothing of the joys of life. Innocent of horrors of the world and the dread future it holds. How short that future is. I can not get the sound of the mewling infants from my mind, it is seared into memory as a brand on an animals flank forever to remain. Some have even laughed right up till the end and nothing is more damaging to ones sanity than a broken childs laugh.
Master Blacksmith Heaf Astes
The CogNet might be policed by sentient programs and controlled by artificially intelligent super computers, but it is built on top of millions of organic memory cores that function as its host.
Slow and meticulous, Heathen had a great deal to prove to the other witches of her coven. So, she set out to do the impossible: the wand of death.
There's more to carry than just magical items. These are some of the essential things every character or NPC should carry.
A royal heirloom passed down from the original dwarven deep-king Hjotar Zan Madroszal. Also known as the hammer of delayed oomph.
Equipment lists for Therafter
The electromagnetic adaptive camouflage system
Blurring the line between exoskeletons and cybernetic augments, the D9 is unfavorably comparable to the Chemical Augmentation System.
Six white tomes, Encased in bone.
They shine in light like polished stone.
Trapped deep inside, fel beasts reside.
Dark power; to the holder, the books provide.
In lakes, submersed, and tombs accursed.
Across the land they are disbursed.
The grudging gift of thankful mermen, a fine blade with a bit of baggage.
A dwarven masterwork shield, imbued with the power of wind.
Over the centuries, the thieves, assassins and secret agents who operate within the underworld have come up with many ingenious devices for stealing and murdering, many of which are disguised well enough to be carried in plain sight.
"We fought the li'l beasties," the gruff old Dwarf growled, "so where the blazes is their treasure!"
Glacier grinned, "Just give me a second, I know how to find it."
Pretty smoke rings? Naw, I can do a lot more than that.
There's nothing like a good, full pipe after a day of slaying.
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.