:: Random Item—Flail of Dōngjì ::

Flail of Dōngjì

by Wm Jay Carter III, 6/11/15

a seraph

Weapon: Flail

Culture: Human

Condition: Cold, Light

Color: Jade

Keyword: Epic

The ancient human temple lays open, devoid of any guards or watchful sentries. Inside, just beyond the forechamber, is a sight that rings true with the words of the epic poem about this place: unmoving, the head of a gargantuan ajagara protrudes into the nave from the roof, jaws wide, fin-like ridges flexing in agitation, encased in feet-thick layers of spiky ice from nose to neck.
At the epicenter of these spikes, piercing the dragon’s eye-ridge with spikes of its own, is the head of a jade flail, the chain and handle of which trail downward as if the weapon were once held by a warrior standing on the ground below that fearsome maw. And there, on the floor of the nave, a monstrous scorch-mark is all that remains of Aippaq, the legendary seraphim warrior. If the tales are true, that is...

:: Random Item—Gunnr Fangs of Nyarai ::

Gunnr Fangs of Nyarai

by Wm Jay Carter III, 5/30/15

Apparel: Earrings

Condition: Large, Cold

Culture: Leonian

Color: Bronze

Keyword: Gun

You stand among the Werewolf spectators inside the henge of stones, waiting the arrival of Jarl Saga. You hear the howls approaching, and soon the Jarl’s procession enters the henge. The last to enter is Jarl Saga herself, snarling ferociously and trailing thin clouds of chilled air from her snout. Through the grayish-white haze, you see a pair of long bronze teeth stretching her earlobes, the buffed brown metal gleaming in the moonlight. As the Jarl’s war-dance brings her closer, you actually feel a chill coming from the adornments. Something about the Jarl’s taste in accessories suddenly has you on edge.

:: Random Item—Diamantaire's Rouge of Decimation ::

Diamantaire’s Rouge of Decimation

by Wm Jay Carter III, 5/16/15

Tool: Gemcutting

Color: Jungle Green

Conditions: Broken, Cold

Keyword: Decimation

The gemcutter’s worktable is coated in a thin layer of red dust that smells of dried blood. To one side, you locate the slashed remains of a pouch made from tightly-woven jungle grasses, out of which has spilled a sprinkling of the crimson powder. Beside the pouch lays the rusted skeleton of a jeweled silver knife, the metallic components—blade, handle, and fittings—having completely disintegrated. The gems that had once been set in the handle, however, remain intact and brilliant as ever. A chill races up your spine as you hold your breath and clutch your own metal weapons a little tighter.