Some of the doorways are Mirrors of Chiaroscuro glass. Stepping into them places you in the reflection of the palace, and only the king knows the charm to release those caught within.
His majordomo wears a heavy cloak that obscures his identity. More than one clever thief or assassin has tried to incapacitate the fellow, only to learn that the cloak itself is the servant, and the would-be infiltrator finds themselves its newest host in a long line of people who thought they were clever.
The garden has a rule: either you tend to the blooms, or you bloom yourself. Even...
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There are several cultures that do this, but the one I've come across most is in the republic of Vanuatu, in the south Pacific: At a young age, some of of a boar's upper teeth are removed, specifically the ones that the lower tusks would grind against and be honed as they grew.
The result is tusks that grow and grow and grow; a boar whose tusks have grown in a complete circle (which takes years) is quite valuable.
This is also extremely painful, as the image might suggest. In addition to growing into the bone, the tusks can pierce the flesh of the...
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So, this is just me tossing out some ideas during work hours. If desired, I can try to hammer out evocations more later.
This starmetal dagger is adorned by a scripture in Old Realm:
"For as a bone set wrong,
You too may be brought into harmony."
The wielder of Panopticon has for centuries been one of the Chosen of Saturn. To carry this knife is a heavy burden: it may fell men and gods, but its intended use is as a scalpel that mends the Celestial Bureaucracy.
Its initial Evocations allow a wielder to bind...
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