...and walking sticks, and crosiers, and goads, and scepters, but no wands!
28- Twin Lotus
Fandune screamed as the inmate’s hands locked around his neck. With quick thinking and a little luck he managed to mutter the right words and waggle his fingers perfectly for the curse. The inmates fingers bent back upon themselves and were rendered useless.
If you know books, you know what they can do with you.
The estate-sale and auction of one, Sulphonis Odom Von Zygilvein; composer, innnovator, madman, inventor. Celebrated musical genius.
When all else fails, break the twig…
"Hey, I actually enchanted something! Wow!"
"He’d look a lot more majestic up there if he weren’t wobbling all over the place!"
The Writer glimpsed it in his journeys through the various hells, but he paid no heed to it. His tale was about the afterlife and the punishments therein, not the arms and armor of the Darkness.
A magical Salt, a dangerous bane against ice and snow…
a slivery blade with a barbed hook at the end the blade shineing red as the light hits it
A sketch pad for casting powerful magic, if you can use it. How many uses for bunnies can you think of?
Teeth: small, durable, and full of potential, if one only knows how to tap it.
"And 3..2..1..Smile!" *flash* *thump* "Mwahaha."
The volcano robe as it is called houses the elemental power of fire.
A rather odd item that just a little bit morbid
A young scholar and mage creates a book to hold all the knowlage he discoverd without haveing to carry a library or destroy what he wrote.
The famed Mountain Cleaver is a mighty hammer and is never taken "lightly".
Seeing her boyfriend, Amber opened her mouth to tell him her true name, but the Masking Bracelet that she was wearing took control, and forced her to keep her mouth shut and walk away.
The wizard entered the inn, quietly activated his ring and the noise around him of chatting people, clinking glasses and munching of food fell silent. *Peace, perfect peace* thought the wizard.
In the Temple Square of The City, where the nine Greater Gods have their houses of worship, a sudden flash of light blinds (perhaps permanently) all those who are nearby. When the light has faded, a tiny, naked baby is lying in the doorway of each Temple. The Gods, it seems, have come into the world - but why?