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Sunday Respite - Custom Magical Weapons

Hey, it’s a Sunday, right? So, Dungeon Master, why do all the work yourself when you can borrow a few ideas from somewhere else, scot-free? This week I have 5 custom, magical weapons for your viewing pleasure and I hope to continue this in the future, leaving enough room for your own customisation and adjustment for the personal flair.

Wolfbite Warhammer

An enchanted, round headed-mace, with the carving of a fanged mouth on the head which turns into an animate mouth with teeth on a powerful blow, biting at the victim with a bestial maw, tearing off flesh and chewing bone, allowing the user, with a powerful withdraw of the weapon, pull their opponent off of their feet

Thunderleap Javelin

This Javelin is made of one continuous piece of steel from head to hilt, with a serrated blade edge. When this Javelin is thrown, and hits the target, the thrower instantly jumps from his original position to adjacent to where the javelin landed.

Dagger of Grounding

This exquisite dagger of clear Obsidian, supported by a steel frame has a brown handle with a soily, dry touch, stretching up into a strong spine across the flat edge of the blade. When the wielder of this dagger is struck by an electrical attack or effect, for a limited time, the electrical damage is stored within the blade, releasing its full potency on the next target struck by the metal or the wielder if they don’t get rid of it quick enough.

Thunderclap

These brutally jagged and ferocious brass knuckles have the carving of a rolling thunderstorm on their body, which periodically flashes up with light when a blow is dealt. However, when a demolishing hit is landed well a colossal burst of rolling thunder echoes from the wielder, causing those nearby to become deafened, clutching their ringing ears.

Metalswim Crossbow

This heavy crossbow has a sturdy, oaken frame accented with willow details of treelines and meadows. Bolts fired from this Crossbow pass through metal like it was water, ignoring armour, shields, fences and doors made of Gold, Iron and the such.

Enjoy

Pixie x

23/08/15

Sunday Respite - Custom Ammunition

In terms of variety in combat, the ranged combatant is possible the most limited. Whereas a wielder of magic can cast one of hundreds of spells from their library of knowledge or faith and a sword-swinger or club-thumper can use dirty pit-fighter tactics and combat maneuvers to fell their opponents. Comparatively, the archer or crossbowman can do little other than point and shoot without some serious RP effort or ass-kicking hardware. So here are five examples of wild and ridiculous pieces of steel and wood that are propelled by the directional release of tension within a stressed length of fibre, fr DMs to throw about as they wish. Happy Sunday everyone.

Cobra Shot

This simple arrow of peacock-feather fletching and oaken shaft has a steel, triangular head, molded into the shape of a snake’s head, complete with gemstone eyes and scaling. Once fired from a bow, this arrows transforms mid-air to become a hissing, vicious Cobra, deeply intent on biting its target with its wicked fangs.

Fhali’s Repeating Bolt

This bulky and un-aerodynamic crossbow bolt has a large, black, spherical bulb in the centre of the shaft. Once fired and the command word is spoken, the bolt will cease in its flight and hold in position. The firer then directs the bolt to aim wherever she may wish, it tilting on the bulb’s axis, where it will shoot out half a dozen copies of itself over the period of the combat, until its power is expended and it drops to the floor, broken in two.

Feathered Curse

A clear and crystalline shaft of blue glass balances cleanly on the hand, its head a simple conical point and its fletchings are like lizard frills. Whilst held, distant and incomprehensible whispers flutter off into the wind. After this arrow is fired it will disappear just before striking its target, turning invisible. Upon a hit, the target feels no pain, but is now haunted by the judgmental cries and weepings of a phantasmal host. Each arrow can be crafted with a specific collection of insults, phrases or heckles up to the creator’s discretion.

Assassin’s Timing

A quiver of five crossbow bolts numbered in gold etchings of Dark Elven literature, each blacked and matte in appearance, fletched with iridescent crows feathers. If fired in order, from 1 upwards, the bolts will seemingly strike their target without impact, sticking in their victim to only the firer, not visible to all others, especially the target. Any bolts not fired will rename themselves to 1 and upwards, up to the remaining number of bolts. Upon a command word being spoken by the wielder, all bolts will simultaneously appear in the victim, as if fired at that moment, causing the injuries and wounds that should’ve occurred upon initial usage.

The Homely Star-Bolt

This arrow is crafted alongside a small, metal mold resembling a humble  thatched cottage, and is useless without it. When this arrow is fired it will burst into blue light, with the strength of a bonfire, before lancing towards wherever the house is, not stopping until it reaches its target.

Enjoy

Pixie x

20/9/15

Sunday Respite - Custom Magical Armour

Yes it is Friday, but i’m away this weekend, far from the internet and all it provides. But I have a more important question, are you exhausted of endless sweaty and bloodied suits of tattered leather and frayed hide, tired of rusted clumps of battered plate and twisted chain, disappointed by the town guard you killed to cover up your crimes not having sparkly splint mail? Well, here are five examples of custom made, completely unusual outfits of a defensive purpose for all your adventuring needs.

Leather Prison

This suit of boiled leather plates and finely sewed pieces has the torso entirely constructed from dozens of inch-wide leather straps and buckles, each as strong as iron chain. Upon command, the leather straps grasp out and cling onto whatever the wearer desires, grappling them with stoic, unrelenting devotion, allowing the user’s hands to be better utilised in combat.

Dragonknight’s Plate

Grandiose and exquisite plates of smooth, untouched steel, gilded with blood-red runes, fit tightly around the wearer’s form, leaving no skin exposed. The visored helmet is created in the shape of a dragon’s head, complete with eyes, horns and teeth. When the helm is closed shut the helmet ceases to be steel and takes on the form of a metallic dragon visage, animated as if it was the creature’s actual head. It will blink in time with the wearer, look in the same direction and speak when vocalised. Also, the wearer can occasionally draw upon the draconic power to spew forth an appropriate breath weapon of the dragon’s type.

Silken Storm

These robes of glossy, pale blues and wintered whites have a frosty coating to the tails of silk the drape off of the waist, neck, arms and rear. They are cold to the touch and a mild breeze always follows the wearer, billowing the robes around on occasion. Upon command, the wearer can cause the tails of cloth to whip around in a circle of their own volition, winding up a flurrying storm of icy winds and biting chill, freezing all who step near.

Breast of the Beast

This is a golden, glimmering breast plate of almost royal description, decorated with regal shoulder pauldrons of deep blue and roasted browns. Upon the front of the armour is the face of a roaring, growling, male lion, with frightening ferocity and powerful mane. The wearer of this breastplate cannot be unnerved by even the mightiest and most terrible of foes, standing defiant in the face of danger. In return, they can follow the threats and bellows of the weak with an almighty roar of their own, shaking foundations of buildings and souls, turning even the fiercest warrior to doubt their strength.

Stonecutter’s Facade

Warriors and adventurers who face the fiendish Medusa must concern themselves with their powerful gaze, turning all those who look upon her face to solid stone. One such warrior asked a master stonecutter for aid in fighting this monster of the caves. Impressed by the fighter’s bravery and honour the stonecutter gifted him with a suit of basic leather with a star-shaped pebble in the centre of the breast. With the warrior concerned about the lack of protection it provided the stonecutter replied by showing him the power of his gift. This simple leather jerkin provides the wearer with immunity to petrification, and, upon command, will temporarily petrify the wearer into a statue, momentarily gifting them the resiliency of stone and the appearance of a statue. Providing quite a surprise to any who presume them to be a harmless form of stone, including the Medusa it was for.

Enjoy

Pixie x

25/9/15

Sunday Respite - Custom Magical Weapons

A lot of tabletop-magic has been flowing and ebbing its way around my mind and memory for the past few weeks and i’ve decided to revisit an old gem of Sunday Respite with a continuation of the saga of Custom Magical Weapons, made for you especially.

Hjolmier’s Fang

A dagger, thin and precise like a shortened rapier, sharpened at the tip to puncture and skewer like fishing hooks and needles, seems to sink into your mind when you look upon it. It’s origin came from those who hunt the shadows in the night, fleeting nightmares of blood and evil, Vampires of legend and story, not for the heroes honour nor the freedom from terror, but to steal their unholy and blighted powers to wreak havoc and misfortune elsewhere. Hjolmier’s Fang is a cursed object, imbued with the blood-draining force of a Lord of Undeath, seeping away the will and force to live with every piercing strike, feeding off of the victim’s energy itself. This weapon is best hidden from common view, after all, you wouldn’t want to chase your fleeing victims through the streets now, it’d be far easier to stick them while they stand smiling, drunk off of your misleading pleasantries and gifts.

Trouble-Huff Spear

This perplexingly twisted and wavy, wooden shaft, framed by a metal cage linked to the similarly snaking head, is decorated with a mosaic of chromatic gemstones resembling fine armour scale or shining lizard’s skin. On a particularly potent strike, were blood is spilled and flesh torn asunder, a pulsating cloud of green smog froths forth from the wound, intoxicating all nearby but the mightiest of fortitude and wielder of such weapon, poisoning the veins and envenoming the mind, clouding judgement and crippling senses.

Titan-Slate Cleaver

Torchlight cleanly reflects off of this seamless sword blade with a coiled, almost ebony, guard and grip ending in a cloudy pearl pommel. The blade edge is one sided, with a clean enough craft to slice through flesh like a wire whipped at super-sonic speeds. The blade is light and easy to manipulate in combat, with the texture of glassy obsidian but the appearance of a deep-gray slate.

Gauntlets of the Black Bear

These combat gauntlets are a comfortably snug plate lined with matted, black fur of a ragged and gritted texture, peeking out at the knuckles and at seams in the metal joints. A hidden trait, unlocked purely through those who embrace pain and fury in combat, who ignore risks and danger and live for the slaughter, is uncovered once they tap into that ancient and primal energy, changing the arms of a meager mortal into the hefty clawed paws and trunk like limbs of a ferocious Black Bear, leaving jagged wounds, seeping puss and stinging with agony every time the crooks break skin and armour.

Honour Point

An ancient long-sword of simple structure and balance, designed to kill and injure like any other, with a chipped and scarred blade, hollow in the centre. Tied through the empty gap within the metal are loops of string and ribbon holding trophies and memories of past fights; An arrow head, a gemstone, a coat of arms, a button, a tooth. Every honourable soul who takes this oath in weapon form and wields it with a just nature and proud duty can issue unbreakable challenges of combat to those who need challenging. Blessed with the legends of countless oracles of faith, pride and prowess, this sword carries great weight and draws thankful gestures of appreciation and gratitude from onlookers who recognise the importance of such an artefact.

Enjoy

Pixie x

18/10/15

Sunday Respite - A Paradigm Paradise of Prime, Paladin Pickings

Mood right now: we just watched Die Hard 2 as a house after I ran a game of Darkest Dungeon inspired Pathfinder for six hours without a food break. I am simultaneously pumped, low on blood sugar, and can feel that itching energy at my fingertips, begging me to write on the old blog.

So why not, it’s a good day, right?

Paladins. They are a mechanical divining rod for finding your problem players. In the hands of a well-adjusted and mature person, the Paladin is a loyal friend, honourable above all else, devoted to good but wanting to follow the rules so as to best avoid damnation and undue cruelty. In very, very wrong hands they become a vigilant horror-show of discrimination, pride, and violent misconduct. The phrase ‘it’s what my character would do’ never sounded so haunting when the supposed warrior of light and truth does something only fit for darkness, where no eyes may witness it’s grotesque visage.

Let us keep these beastly implements of justice and forgiveness out of the hands of those who do not deserve them, and instead place them within a more deserving possession. Keep your armour strapped, shield raised, and sword drawn; it’s going to be a long, dark night of heavy wind, but, together, we will see the morning sun once more, and feel its healing kiss.

Saint Olivia’s Bloodied Chain

It is not a pleasant sight. Positively ghastly, in fact. It is a brigadine vest of white leather over a suit of chainmail, covering the skin from knuckle, to neck, and down to the knees. The metal is rusted and torn in places, punctured arrowhead holes dot its brutalised form like pox scars. It is heavy, uncomfortable, and loose links grind and pierce through clothing underneath and into the skin. When an inevitable strike pushes past the armour and into flesh, the blood from the wound will coarse over the rusted chains and leave behind a shining glamour of polished silver in its wake. The wounded person can look upon a fellow ally who has also suffered wounds and choose for them to recover their vitality and strength as recompense for the spilled blood. The scars upon their flesh begins stitching over with a painless warmth from within, resetting their confidence as solidly as stone.

Gauntlet of the Viper’s Justice

These gauntlets are made of curved steel plates, edged with a brass rim. The knuckles and fingers are each armoured with interlocking pieces of metal, all fitted over a shining leather glove of green. If someone is suffering from poison or venom, from the fangs of beast or blade of man, then the wearer of these gloves may place their palm upon the victim’s chest. This will draw the poison out of their blood and into the very fibre of the armament. For a full day, the wearer can choose one creature that they cause harm to suffer as if afflicted by the same toxin they removed earlier.

Sun Torch

This a standard torch of uninteresting construction. A wooden haft topped with a head of wrapped cloth for igniting. Someone picking up this torch, however, will feel a comforting warmth upon their palm as if they were out in broad, open sunlight. If the torch is lit, the resulting flame will be as bright and pure as if the sun had bloomed into being before them. The light will scare away the undead scourge, discourage the denizens of the hells, and remind the world that the sun will rise and that all evil should hide from it’s glorious flame.

Faith-Breaker

This crossbow can end empires with a notch, draw, and inspired release. When the crank is pulled, ready to fire, a single, narrow shaft of white light appears in place of a bolt, ready to shoot forth. Bolts raining drown from the snapping string of this divine weapon of valour cause no wounds and incite no pain. Instead, the landing attacks will explode into streams of liquid radiance, spilling across the skin and armour as if the blood of the angels were leaking out. The target realises in an instant that all of their magical resistances and immunities against tirade of steel and the arcane alike are as useful as a prayer in hell, or - more appropriately - a curse in heaven.

Godspeed Amulet

This necklace is often a simple charm of notched wood or bone. They arise, randomly, when such jewelry is made with a sincerity and trust beyond mere professional talent. Wedding gifts, inherited heirlooms, good-fortune charms. All may well hum with the strength of the Godspeed if you are fortunate enough. When someone wearing a Godspeed Amulet is present to witness a loving ally and true friend suffer a killing blow - one to put them down without a shadow of survival - then they know a primal and pure call for action like none they have ever felt before. A burning passion for interference beyond what their body can muster, yet the inexplicable power to do so. In the instant before the attack strikes flesh, the wearer can swap place with the subject of their love and take the blow, shattering the amulet into ash in the process. The ally recovers from their existing wounds in less than a passing second, skin sealing shut, bones unbreaking, and hope reignited. Few will ever feel the blessed touch of Godspeed, but those that do know that they have a true friend of no equal - one willing to lay the world asunder to protect and defend their beloved kin.

Enjoy

Pixie x

30/10/17