u/Zebos2

Minor Objects (Darkwatch post)

Why would you need a spoon that can punch though dragonscale

Forward: The following is a list of minor artifacts surrendered to the dark watch for safekeeping. Oftentimes information around certain magical artifacts can be inaccurate and the object recovered can either be less powerful and or have different properties. Then what currently available information states. Or In much more common cases non magical beings submit magical artifacts which while relatively minor by our standards still pose a risk to the magically uninitiated If mishandled. Not everyone knows the proper incantation to extinguish a fire enchanted iron sword. Here are some interesting examples.

Object name: Prayers rock

Object description: A red granite rounded stone approximately 13 cm by 10 cm by 11cm. Stone appears to be non-magical in terms of physical properties. With the exception of two the first is that the rock changes in size when worshiped growing at a study though barely noticeable rate. The Stone is incapable of performing miracles or granting cleric hood and or patronage. But the rock does have a secondary property of being sentient and becomes upset when it isn't “fed”

Containment: Object is to be kept inside of a source of flowing water capable of eroding it while being “fed” once every 18 to 24 months in order to keep the object at a consistent size.

Object name: Misfortunes revolver.

Object description:An arcanely strengthened 15mm 6 shot black powder revolver with copper inlay and Birchwood grip carved with a depiction of an elven woman. Used in a spate of suicides by a single family each family member that inherits the revolver coming to use it to take their own life. Dating back to at least four generations.

Containment: despite being magically strengthened the revolver is In fact not cursed at all The family that previously possessed it is just rather unlucky. Kept as Visarchs personal sidearm.

Object Name:Fire sword

Object description: A standard fire enchanted steel long-sword surrendered by a mages academy was initially going to be given over to the armory till the discovery was made that the flames on the sword cannot be extinguished under any circumstances and flames transferred to a target will burn until their fuel supplies are exhausted a surprisingly potent weapon. The apprentice that made this by accident might have a bright future ahead of them if they can figure out how to replicate this mistake.

Containment:

Kept it up in a sealed stone room and sheathed inside fire resistant wyvern skin sheath. Those who wish to interact with the object are to adhere to basic fire safety at all times and are to minimize loose flammable objects such as long hair or loose flowing clothing or fur.

Object name: Chowder calamity

One standard sized tablespoon made out of a mythril atamantine alloy magically enchanted with both strength and sharpness. The spoon has the ability to convert any liquid the spoon head makes contact with into clam chowder around 87° c in temperature. This includes liquids like blood or cerebral spinal fluid which is quite obviously lethal. Object is sharp enough to puncture dragon scale though the suicidal proximity required to do so means that the spoon is not a viable weapon for that application

Object containment: Tracking spell placed upon object as Well as a silver band etched with rune-work that automatically teleports it back to the dark watch hold if It approaches the ocean. The object is to be kept away from large bodies of liquid as more testing is required to determine the upper volume limit of liquid capable of being converted. Currently located in The stronghold kitchens for use as an emergency food source.

Addendum: needs pepper.

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u/Zebos2 — 13 hours ago

▲ 13 r/wizardposting

Chimeramorph calling

Day 1

Huh when I was brought into the proposed Fighting Force for the guild I did not think they would accept the commander's proposal given our history. But Not only have they accepted our proposal but they let us become in it independent formation in the guilds military something about always needing more bodies on the iron line whatever the heck That means I Just don't want to spend the rest of my life working in some factory…couldn't fight for my old home might as well fight for this one.

Day 7

Turns out The Guild is also supplying us with the stuff we need. In fact they seemed rather confused when we were surprised they gave us winter clothing and did not expect us to just deal with it with fur. Gave us uniforms, survival packs and a really nice hat. I do feel kind of silly for buying this sword. Oh well The small folk of the guild are giving us equipment might as well use it. Our field commander insists on making sure we're fighting fit. I think we surprised the guilders during physical training.left them in the dust. But if we aren't exhausted we aren't working hard, the Commander says. We spend the next three straight days getting to that point.

Day 18

The guild people spent this period testing us to see what we can do physically and how to actually equip us. armor and helmets finally came in something about unexpected delays. The problem with the helmets is that not all of us can wear them, at least not without sending a half dozen different helmet styles to one unit. Kreet figured out that he could use his acidic spit and a tattoo pen to cut the helmet into a bunch of small armored plates and Ariana took the canvas everything was packed in and created armored head wraps for those that couldn't wear helmets…pretty sure I just saw the supply sergeant blow a gasket but he'll get over it.

Day 20

I thought we would be moving on from physical stuff but apparently the guild has decided to test us to see where we are skill and ability-wise and see what is to be improved. We've all had our encounters with the orks that's how most of us learned to fight.but we were experienced as individual survivors not as a unit. The test is in ten days. We have a two day break and then I suspect the commander is about to run us ragged making sure we fight as a unit.

Day 21

I can't stop laughing. Kreet tried to flirt with a siren, the roach and marine flatworm Chimeramorph…I admire his courage but don't like the look of his prospects.

Day 22

Holy shit he actually pulled it off good for him

Day 30

Fucking hell that was rough I think we passed the test but our commander drilled us relentlessly. Basically the mother of all cram sessions fuck me, We have a a system setup pooled from our knowledge Fighting orkd those with a heavy centaur body plan act as a mobile cover and heavy fire support while those with a light centaur body plan and have a heavy humanoid body plan act as machine gunners laying down clearing fire while everyone else acts like mobile Hunter killers. Taking advantage of weak points in the enemies formation and plugging gaps in our own. I am part of the scout skirmisher squad. Really dangerous but I'm part cheetah so it was a natural fit.

Day 45

Finally got our weapons they tried their best but I think they were equipping us per size, rifle feels like a toy while the heavy folks get “modified gunship cannons’ whatever that means whatever means I'm a crack shot since I have to try and feel the recoil.

Day 46

I am not a crack shot keep anticipating the recoil I can't feel…I'll see if I can sneak some practice in. Really get a feel for the thing.

Day 52

There we go. Just have to use it like a children's toy and I can ping things pretty good. Oh, we also went in for our briefing today and finally told us all about the demons in the north. They're a lot like orks from what I can pick up but apparently they don't fill the air with lead but they do use spells and are feral enough to not care about self-preservation. I don't know what's worse that or the orks. I mean the orks use artillery and vehicles and aircraft but the demons can also fly sometimes…honestly it's 50/50

Day 67

Final assignments have just come in. They're starting us on a comparatively minor section of the line as minor as the iron line can be. The truth is Mom I'm scared. They're going to let us sit on the back line before we rotate in but if shit hits the fan before we rotate where the first ones as reinforcements. Mom I know it's likely that you're too dead for you to read these but I'm writing it makes me feel better so thank you

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u/Zebos2 — 25 days ago

▲ 8 r/wizardposting

Side activities (Atrax au)

Sparrow sifts through His meticulously catalog and organized collection of alchemy ingredients running a finger over the labels of various plants, insects secretions and concoctions but finding exactly none of what he is looking for. Much to his dismay polymorphene was impossible to manufacture without it.

“Damn”

Sparrow commentates to a mostly empty room as his daughter cleans the safer glassware while reading the formula for a very basic medical ointment.

“...Marina, have you seen the Sava root?”Sparrow asks His daughter who sighs and shakes her head.

“The silent treatment will not make your punishment go by any faster” Sparrow says he thought he had more of the stuff but This was his third time looking normally such problems would be one visit to a local alchemy store away the problem was that sava root only grew in the western coastline of the roan continent and only one person was vetted enough to be his supplier

“Hmmm looks like I may have to go on a mission.”Sparrow commentates while shifting through a significantly less organized desk for the right orb to slot into the reader a strange astrolabe like device that allowed people to use and orb without magic

“... sorry kiddo but this contact is jumpy and doesn't know who you are. Can I trust you do be in the other room”

Marinas only response was an annoyed grunt which causes sparrow to sigh and walk over towards her before pulling her into a hug.

“It hurts doesn't it…I know that hurt,the feeling of powerless of not being able to do things, not being able to help when you see something wrong. But Marina I'm not confineing you because I enjoy seeing you feel powerless. I'm confining you. Because you almost got yourself killed and if you did what you did in peak hours you could have potentially killed hundreds of people. I love you and want to see you safe and happy. I want to build a world we're you don't have to feel what I suspect you are feeling right now.”

Sparrow breaks from the hug holding Marina by the shoulders. She ultimately knows what she did was very reckless; she is just frustrated that someone is within the city kneecapping the best chance the world has at being free and no one seems to care and those that do seem powerless to stop it and here she is thinking this place was safe…

“You deserve a world where you don't have to worry about the things you are worrying about. But I have to work in order to give those things to you I have to work…tell you what I do. I need someone to watch you while I work and you need a break from everything I'll see about getting you an aide du camp role with a pyroclast.”

Marina eyes brighten somewhat

“And after that I'll take you forging”

There was a tiny smile on Marina's lips.

“You promise”

“Haven't broken one yet have I” Marina departs leaving him to make the call he needs to. The meeting with a contact went surprisingly well and turns out the favor they want is surprisingly easy to achieve. Their clinic was short staffed and they needed someone to cover the both legal and illegal sides of their operation for at least 2 days; he even managed to convince them to let Sparrow bring pyroclasts. He would prefer not to but all of his people were busy so he just files it under “Mutual cooperation”

It Is while he is putting the notice out for a deep cover mission into paladin territory but he receives a message from Commander Sharp on his radio.

“Sparrow it's finally starting to happen It was like pulling teeth but I finally able to convince most of the other kasmir factions from mutual meeting they are planning on holding the conference in ithacar but. There is a small problem Rivamars family”

“The Dead collaborators I don't see why that would be a problem” Sparrow replies incredulously.

“Well it's less that they died it's more how and that ithacar still doesn't know who killed them. The problem is someone can sneak into a presumably guarded noble estate and kill everyone there. What's stopping a paladin assassin from doing the same to our conference…” Commander Sharp clarifies

“So you don't want me to solve the murders You just want me to find out how they did it”Sparrow responds

“Exactly and take the ending with you is rather useful when delving into the past.” sharp ads

“got it…May have to wait till after I get done with my supply run” Sparrow says, already getting things put together for his trip.

“As long as it gets done” Commander Sharp insists

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u/Zebos2 — 27 days ago

▲ 6 r/wizardposting

Just like they're more mainstream cousin the dwarves that pledge themselves to the tyrant God also how about a penchant for monolithic architecture while they lack the naval traditions of sea-based peoples or even coastal dwelling dwarf holds they make up for it and sheer armored mass and 2m guns. When they took the sea the people of Shur and when their airships took to the skies the people felt dread.

Their aim was a comparatively complex assignment: The complete subjugation of the Kasmir desert. To see their house banners fly in Kasmir street corners. To have bull centaurs patrol their streets. To have their temples defiled and replaced with shrines to hashut. The dwarves had a special fate for them to be turned into sources of profit or sacrifices to their dark Lord. The dwarfs would before the former but they wouldn't exactly complain about the latter.

Slavers and collectors would pay handsomely for the people of the kasmir desert the new trend amongst the depraved, difficult to harvest rare exclusive And by the dwarves own estimations be a long-lasting trend. The dwarfs hoping turn a nice profit from this entire venture. The suspiciously empty holds of chaos dwarf rune ships of both the air and aquatic variety make their way towards their destination land being a vague suggestion for the rune work on their prows allows them to sail through solid rock as if it was fine sand.

Moving an army was of course not a quiet feat to accomplish, assembling the troops takes time and planning even with portals and especially with ships and airships which gave ample time for the defenders of the desert to rally, mobility was key to their doctrine. Instead of building a cohesive front line that would likely get ground down at any sustained assault the people of the Kasmir desert relied on mobile defensive armies to respond to any incursion. Smashing them first with a crushing below then baiting them into the desert to be withered down. But all of the defensive preparation in the world and all of the resources devoted to it cannot stop you as someone from the inside leaks everything. They fought for their home, gave as good a defense as anyone could and their situation, gave us as much as they could and fought with all of their hearts but it was not enough, slowly crushingly grindingly and covered under the distraction of other world events. The desert falls.

But the fall was not as bad as what came after The loading of the ships and the stocking of the flesh markets. Those who practice the trade of flesh both in the under market and in the few places it is practiced publicly have their merchants informed of a new product a new toy that is being sold at auctions and shipped in the large holds of slave ships as a variety of different slaving organizations begin shipping the fae blooded humans to a growing list of buyers and…collectors That was the worst part amongst the depraved and wealthy samples of bloody taken for their strange chronomantic properties glowing purple eyes making their ways to hidden galleys with locks of white hair.

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u/Zebos2 — 2 months ago

▲ 2 r/Khymeria

Solomon was a monster wearing the mask of a good person. He wore the mask of a hero of someone noble of someone with saving of someone worthy of kindness love and not scorn but that was a lie this much he knew. No matter how much he tried, no matter how much he struggled, no matter how much he suffered it would always come back, the instincts of the killer. The mind of the murderer He had promised not to repeat the sins of geas Not to become the ruiner of homes not to participate in the harming of anyone else to not make anymore ephemeras…. And he failed. The one thing he promised not to do and he failed.

Solomon studies The ruins of hydris While personally overseeing the execution of the last of the cities inhabitants it was during his devastation of the slaver metropolis that the idea of the momento entered his head They used the souls of their genocide victims and He would return the favor. Which is why he saved the artisans who did the soul forging. To turn the souls of the cities inhabitants into power for a guandao using his crown as a locus as he has it re-forged into a spear. Adding giant and dwarven runes in order to turn the entire thing into a massive soul repository and conductor. Essentially a rather large magical battery. Stability was the hardest issue that required his personal intervention. More accurately his blood saturated with the power of the deep in his draconic form It provided the perfect anchor by acting as an acid towards any soul bound inside and there would be many of them.

The violence made sure the elves of hydris lingered and The automatons he commands while disassembling the twisting non-euclidean ruin that used to be the city went about harvesting the requisite souls while he worked on pooling his magic dissolving blood. it was just wasn't it Solomon thought to himself At least their souls would serve as something while they dissolved away They didn't deserve a peaceful rest.

He would work the soul Smiths to death ensuring that their last act upon life would be crafting it his new weapon before he would personally de morph and see to their execution The gauntlets were a good idea initially but now having to take them off to slash open throats was getting rather inconvenient so Solomon switches into simple plates covering the back of his hand let's protective but more convenient. Solomon examines the remnants of elf blood His hands.

“I should stop lying to myself”

Solomon commentates to the silence and flames. He should stop lying to himself about how he is a good person, or how he could ever be a warrior of justice. No he was a butcher no matter how many times he told himself or was told otherwise killing was his talent. If he was a butcher Solomon thinks to himself rhen He should be a butcher of the wicked if he was to be a murderer then he was to be a slayer of the unjust he couldn't not choose to be a monster he would be a monster to the wicked

With a silent hand he takes up the cursed guandao of course the elves had tried to curse it,as one final active defiance to cause pain to its intended wielder.

That and the screaming of the souls inside and barbed shaft made the crude attempt at mimicking a legendary weapon agonizing to hold but Solomon with considerable will tolerated the pain the weapon put him in slinging it over his shoulder before sprouting wings from his back and taking to the sky hydris was the first and he does not know the meaning of a half measure.

u/Zebos2 — 2 months ago