Freetext Friday. One of the many flawed magic weopon types of the Stolen World
“Something weird heah! Get yer weird things!” I raised an eyebrow. Street vendors rolled by the Woflo Inn about five hundred blighted times a day, screeching like strangled gulls. I got sick of the racket by the second day, but it was midsummer, and closing the shutters would’ve choked us with the heat. Blight take this human city anyway, I'd take the Altanian jungles if I had a choice. At least there are no street vendors there.
Chav was on her feet and grabbing for her belt pouch like a shot. “Where are YOU going?” I drawled.
“You GOTTA come see this, Eve! This guy is great!” And with that, she was right out the door and pelting down the stairs.
“Something weird heah! Get yer weird things riiiight heah!”
A technological terror
A collection of Chinse Broadswords (Daos) from history and folklore (3rd in my Chinse lore Codex)
30 cybernetic eyes for cyborgs.
The Third Eye was opened in the wake of the Second Renaissance, and with it, man's perception.
A collection of legendary guqin (a specific type of Chinese string instrument) from actual history (2nd of my Chinese Lore series)
Med-pods, med-bays, and a dozen trade marked names, all for the technomagical healing bed.
A collection of legendary Chinese bows from actual history, folklore and legend (first submission for my Chinese lore Codex)
An ancient Chinese string instrument (guqin being the actual term) adapted to a fantasy setting
A legendary weapon for my Dragon Empire setting, inspired by an actual weapon that existed in Chinese history
A horrific device only employed by the most black hearted of magic users.
A weapon used in the old days of Setsokan warlords, by the Son of Sets himself, these barbed spikes rend through flesh and bone as easily as paper.
The Staff of the Flame Eagle
Seven rings were made long ago in the days of the Queens of old, seven highly magical rings to help a ruler to rule, but they proved anything but helpful.
More colloquially known as the avatar, muse, or handle.
Converting the technology of the Yuatja, aka the Predators, into Cosmic Era gear.
An unstrung and useless piece of cold wood, unless you happen to be dead.
Suddenly an east wind blew, and far above the clouds rolled and folded. Where there were once whisps of white there was now a long cloud formed in the shape of a recurved bow. Malakh bowed her head in humility. "That which you have asked is granted you, O Warrior."
...Vaakri reached and stretched, grasping at the sky. At first he seized nothing, but his heart was filled with the Empyrean Emir's winds and light, and finally he grasped the bow from the far sky and drew it to the earth.
- The legend of Vaakri
A plague has hit the local area.
In humans it affects only the most vulnerable, the children and the very old, and even than it's little more than a summer cold. 24 hours of sniffles and then it's gone, barely noticeable really.
To sheep however it is fatal and the whole economy of the area is in serious trouble. If this keeps up the area could well be facing famine.
Somebody (enter the PCs) must find the rare herbs needed to make a cure.