A fragment of the mighty Blades of the Storm, reworked into an icon of faith and worship to the very god who once graced it with her touch.
Born half in legend, half in cold science, Lightning’s Voice is a carrier of divine wrath in an age without faith.
"Didja see the way way I nailed that, Marty?" "Thunderingly effective!"
There are certain things that need not be said, and events best left in the past, to be forgotten. Be careful what you wish for.
A Magic ring, made from the storm shards. It can transform the morality of a person and contain them until the world has forgotten them. In effect it renews a person after their own personal storm.
With the application of kinetic energy, this shard radiates the aura of worry, fear, and doubt that the fiercest storms bring.
Magical gem that scrys storms, and allows the wielder to “walk” them.
Long sword built from storm sword shard. Empowered with the force of storm-water.
The most unassuming things are sometimes surprisingly powerful. Particularly if they were once a fragment of a larger item… Quest submission for The Shards of the Storm.
A divinely aware ornament, this device serves to conceal and hide from the most powerful of beings…
This is a Quest Submission for the Shards of the Storm Quest.
The shards of Typhoon and Monsoon were recognized by the Wind and Sky, and so the lands beneath them permitted them to exist, and thus remembered, so they continue to exist.
But what of the shards themselves? When the hands of mortal interfere with the Gods, woe to thee who believes them worthy.
In accordance with my own Quest:
And they shall beat their swords into plowshares, the implements of war returning life to the land.
The divine weapons of the Storm Queen, these enormously potent weapons are both the Source and the Destiny of the Shards of the Storm, the physical manifestations of the destructive capacity of the wind and rain.
A Breastplate containing a Shard of the Storm, and blessed with its powers… after a fashion.
A mid-sized sailing ship with an embedded Shard of the Storm.
A shard of Typhoon set into an exceedingly large amber, this powerful pendant grants clarity of sight and temper to the wearer, as well as several other powers over the storm.
The ruins of the lands that bore the confrontation between the Mad God of Avarice and the Storm Queen, this place has been soaked by the divine essence of two of the most chaotic gods.
Wytchwolde-Under-Ash, once a great Thorpe, was razed to the ground by the ruthless, and truth told more than slightly deranged, Porcelain Princess and her henchmen, the Purifiers. When the flames had at last subsided, and a kaleidoscope of swirling, dull-gray ash choked the sky, nine hundred acres of old growth iron spruce, black larch and weeping birch, was burned to utter cinders, along with the entire coven of witches comprising the Sisterhood of the Silver Teat.
Now, centuries later, the forests are somewhat re-grown, and the town of Foolswater stands where Wytchwolde-Under-Ash once did. It is said that even to this day, one can still find ashes in the otherwise potable well-water of this village. Once a year during the Winter Solstice, the “Ash-Wind” comes to Foolswater, a suffocating black cloud that passes quickly but leaves dead birds and animals in its wake, darkening the trees, and staining the sky with black snow. The inhabitants of the village know better than to be caught outside during the day-long Ash-Wind. Everyone is locked snugly inside, singing old hymns that curse and re-curse the burned witches who once called this place home.