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Ten more swords, come git yer swords ~
Even if "sword" gets a bit loose at times ~
01. Saint Starfall's Heart: A shimmering silvery longsword; the blade looks eternally dusted with snow. And its bite is eternal cold to demons and the unliving, at that. But it's no enchantment on the blade doing the work -- rather, the ampulla of Saint Starfall's ash and fragments that makes up the heart of the crossguard.
02. Plain Sight: A simple longsword, of plain but fine make, fitted with brass and oak, leather and cord, equally simply enchanted. But no one save its bearer retains any cognizance of it, even when looking right at it.
03. Thousand-Petals: Slender and almost silky looking, tinted a pale pink-coral, Thousand-Petals is bane against anyone or anything sworn to a deity. Its wielder can choose to withhold injury to force a crisis of faith instead.
04. Vulture: This dagger, slightly curved, appears speckled with rust no matter how much it's scoured. Injuries from its edge inevitably fester and rot, causing infection, wound fever and disfigurement from even a tiny wound. Once used to punish traitor highborns.
05. Shirru's Jewel: An ornate necklet of golden wire woven into delicate lace, trimmed with an enameled teardrop? Yes. But pull on that teardrop and murmur the wish, and lacy ornament reconfigures into a gleaming rapier of beautiful, wickedly strong hair-fine edge, the teardrop its pommel-nut.
06. White Forest Rain: A curving sabre, carved impossibly fine of ivory, the entire body of the blade -- save for the very razor edge -- covered in raised relief: endlessly looping calligraphic prayers to the Forest Lord. White Forest Rain ignores metal armour, and once a day it can cloak its bearer in soothing, calming, balm-like mists.
07. Nightshard: Cleaved from a great crystal prism, a Nightshard is smoky, translucent black, usually a shortsword, and mounted in cherry and silver. Wounds from such a blade bleed freely and terribly; and its wielder may extinguish any magic cast upon them if they can catch it on the blade's facets.
08. Greenstag's Horn: A strange sight indeed, a longsword -- if it be called that -- shaped from the green-gold horn of a massive greenstag beetle. The sword wounds well, but the charm is in using the blade to call the ox-sized beetle back to the world to serve as steed or beast of burden, untiring, for up to a day out of a week.
09. Strangeways: With a flick and a flourish, a scarf of kaleidoscopic colour reveals itself to be a rippling wisp of woundingly solid force. Now flicked into a slim rapier, now a bastard sword; now a protective shawl around the shoulders. All the while absorbing elemental energies as scarf or shawl to inflict them as a blade -- and all it takes is a bit of life from its keeper.
10. Mists Of Vurron: Not a blade, but many blades; not a tangible "blade" at all, but a slender boneware flask filled with silver sand. Opening the flask turns sand to mist, drifting to fill a space the size of a ballroom before descending as a hail of silvered razors -- and then, becoming sand-spheres once again to be whispered up.
Even if "sword" gets a bit loose at times ~
01. Saint Starfall's Heart: A shimmering silvery longsword; the blade looks eternally dusted with snow. And its bite is eternal cold to demons and the unliving, at that. But it's no enchantment on the blade doing the work -- rather, the ampulla of Saint Starfall's ash and fragments that makes up the heart of the crossguard.
02. Plain Sight: A simple longsword, of plain but fine make, fitted with brass and oak, leather and cord, equally simply enchanted. But no one save its bearer retains any cognizance of it, even when looking right at it.
03. Thousand-Petals: Slender and almost silky looking, tinted a pale pink-coral, Thousand-Petals is bane against anyone or anything sworn to a deity. Its wielder can choose to withhold injury to force a crisis of faith instead.
04. Vulture: This dagger, slightly curved, appears speckled with rust no matter how much it's scoured. Injuries from its edge inevitably fester and rot, causing infection, wound fever and disfigurement from even a tiny wound. Once used to punish traitor highborns.
05. Shirru's Jewel: An ornate necklet of golden wire woven into delicate lace, trimmed with an enameled teardrop? Yes. But pull on that teardrop and murmur the wish, and lacy ornament reconfigures into a gleaming rapier of beautiful, wickedly strong hair-fine edge, the teardrop its pommel-nut.
06. White Forest Rain: A curving sabre, carved impossibly fine of ivory, the entire body of the blade -- save for the very razor edge -- covered in raised relief: endlessly looping calligraphic prayers to the Forest Lord. White Forest Rain ignores metal armour, and once a day it can cloak its bearer in soothing, calming, balm-like mists.
07. Nightshard: Cleaved from a great crystal prism, a Nightshard is smoky, translucent black, usually a shortsword, and mounted in cherry and silver. Wounds from such a blade bleed freely and terribly; and its wielder may extinguish any magic cast upon them if they can catch it on the blade's facets.
08. Greenstag's Horn: A strange sight indeed, a longsword -- if it be called that -- shaped from the green-gold horn of a massive greenstag beetle. The sword wounds well, but the charm is in using the blade to call the ox-sized beetle back to the world to serve as steed or beast of burden, untiring, for up to a day out of a week.
09. Strangeways: With a flick and a flourish, a scarf of kaleidoscopic colour reveals itself to be a rippling wisp of woundingly solid force. Now flicked into a slim rapier, now a bastard sword; now a protective shawl around the shoulders. All the while absorbing elemental energies as scarf or shawl to inflict them as a blade -- and all it takes is a bit of life from its keeper.
10. Mists Of Vurron: Not a blade, but many blades; not a tangible "blade" at all, but a slender boneware flask filled with silver sand. Opening the flask turns sand to mist, drifting to fill a space the size of a ballroom before descending as a hail of silvered razors -- and then, becoming sand-spheres once again to be whispered up.
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