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domingo, 11 de agosto de 2024

Weapons


The only weapon I use right now -besides magic- is a short, oriental sword called a storm serpent kodachi, which I had Wan Bending Reed make for me. When I visit the Shades, I swap it for a fairly conventional wakizashi. 

I also carry a fancy-looking dagger, but I only really use it for gathering body parts...

look kodachi

This single-edged short sword is barely more than two feet in length, with a subtle curve along the length of the blade.  Perfectly suited for infiltration and close quarters fighting, the kodachi flourishes where the katana would prove too unwieldly.  The blackened steel of the blade bears a pattern of wind and lightning and the hilt has been wrapped in snakeskin.  The maker's mark, a single reed gracefully curved by an unfelt wind, is engraved on the simple square tsuba behind the blade.

look saya

Slim and subtly curved to match the kodachi, the thin wood of this scabbard has been finished in silvery grey lacquer.  A dark grey silk shigeo cord wraps around the saya near its throat to attach it to the wearer's obi.  Elusive reflections flit through its depths, as though in the darkest of mirrors encountered in a waking dream.



look Blade of Morgul

This is a dagger, the blade of which is constructed entirely from black steel.  It is about a foot long, and very sharp.  The blade is wavered all the way along its length, lending it a worryingly deadly appearance.  The dagger has an ebony grip, and the hilt has a crossguard made from ivory.  It has been constructed to resemble a pair of leathery dragon wings sweeping out from the hilt.  The pommel of the dagger has been formed from onyx into the shape of a curled dragon tail.  The chappe of the blade is made of ruby with a motif of a fierce dragon etched upon it.

domingo, 27 de enero de 2008

In the Garden of Steel Flowers


You say in Agatean: I would like to collect my katana, Master Wan

Wan Bending Reed says in Agatean with a Sum Dim accent: The touch of a samurai should be as precise as the blade of Maki himself.

Wan Bending Reed says in Agatean with a Sum Dim accent: Do not dishonour your blade.

You hand over some money.

Wan Bending Reed gives a dark amber saya to you.

Wan Bending Reed says in Agatean with a Sum Dim accent: May your new blade serve you well.

Small golden sparks fly from your Bolshevik as the hammer clashes with the anvil.

The musical ring of fine steel meeting fine steel drifts in from the dojo.

>look saya

Slim and subtly curved to match the katana, the thin wood of this scabbard has been finished in dark amber lacquer. A golden brown silk shigeo cord wraps around the saya near its throat to attach it to the wearer's obi. Elusive reflections flit through its depths, as though in the darkest of mirrors encountered in a waking dream.

It appears to have something written on it.

It could sheathe a katana.

The dark amber saya contains: an endless summer katana.

It is in excellent condition.

>read saya

You read the dark amber saya:

Written in elegant characters in Agatean:

It is by the command of Winswand that I was made.

>draw katana

You draw the endless summer katana from the dark amber saya into your left hand and right hand.

You are already holding an endless summer katana.

>look katana

The length of a grown man's arm and lethally sharp, with the slightest of curves to the gleaming edge, this katana bears a pattern of fireworks worked into the folded steel. The long hilt, shaped and balanced for use in one hand or two, has been wrapped in amber leather. The maker's mark, a single reed gracefully curved by an unfelt wind, is engraved on the simple steel disc of the tsuba behind the blade.

It appears to have something written on it.

It is in excellent condition.

Your Ding A Ling chimes a muffled melody.

>bow to wan

You bow to Wan Bending Reed.

You say in Agatean: Thank You, Master. I will strive to honour the blade and its maker.

The musical ring of fine steel meeting fine steel drifts in from the dojo…