Not all hammers are tools of creation. Some are made for destruction, and some rare few truly excel at it.
Moon Water Jewel was a woman of breathtaking beauty, so no ordinary gift would do.
The most melodic of notes, the most soothing of tunes.
"It would help if I knew how to play the thing, though."
A magical device that grants the ability to shapeshift
A dagger wielded in defense of the Modoc tribe, freezing its enemies in their tracks.
"Isn't it just a skillet?"
"That's what I thought... Now I'm not so sure."
If kindness is the currency
that you most often use;
Then Silverbreath may come one day
to light Good Fortune's fuse.
-- Opening to 'The Ballad of the Shepherd and the Wyrm'
An unusual set of armor.
"Make sure you wing it before the Emperor draws back his arrow son, a few times if you can, but try not to be too obvious..."
"All the guests were thoroughly checked before they entered the manse, my Prince. There was no sword on him...yet, he pulled the blade from his belt! But how..."
That Which Kills Without A Touch. The Sorrow of Aler.
A gun made by the God of the Dwarves
'Oh great, another mouth to feed'
They didn't nickname him "Sparky" behind his back for nothing...
Maddoc sat amid a pile of unrecognizable corpses. Men, Dwarves, Orcs, you couldn't tell. He periodically took a stab at one with his new knife and screamed, "STOP LAUGHING AT ME!"
The Hammer of the Dark can shroud your opponents in darkness, but if you use it too much, it is said that the darkness will fill your heart and lead to your own downfall.
A symbol of desired peace among the Flame and the Frost. The White Fang is a amplifier of chill winds and a pacifier of burning hearts, in the right hands.
"It's a bit rusted... but I think with time, you'll find that this ol' thing is a worthy travelling companion. And for you, miss... just 90 sovereigns."
A sword that defines and exemplifies the city of Angradhat
a disposition os 30 types of armored combat vehicles
Jemas Lorne, the most celebrated poet of the age, was found dead, clutching a fragment of verse torn from his journal. The tantalizing fragment spoke of wealth:
Golden sands, empty and cold,
Treasure's crypt, forgotten gold.
Under stone, ancestor's doom,
Noble's prize, troubadour's tomb.
Rumours claim that the poet's father, an eccentric nobleman, had hidden much of his wealth before his death. Perhaps the missing journal has more clues?