Dicember 2021 – ice

It’s a long cold trek, in the Brilliant Lands, from sunken sod hamlet to briar-walled village, from clusters of longhalls to lonely roundhouses; and the wind wails cold and icy through dark forest boughs, across frozen bogs, piling the snow and the spars of ice.

There’s strange and beguiling things to carry away from the Lands, mind, if one cared to dare the cold —

01. A slender bone phial of eternal snowflakes
02. The trimmed, smoke-like pelt of a ghost lion
03. Birch-staff, spiked and hooked, incised with spirals of dead-wardings
04. Blue-golden shard of frostflame, death to the frozen ones
05. Small pine box, polished with tallow, with a frozen dream inside
06. Blessed caribou sledge-blanket, meant to warm the life back into the lost
07. Pair of snowhounds, golden-eyed and white of fur, and their harnesses
08. A handful of winterdrake scales, blue and frosted and sharp as ice
09. Icerune etched into a pale birch pendant, glowing faintly blue
10. Swan-bone flute, to charm blizzards and snow-witches
11. Curved knife honed from a ghost lion’s great fang
12. Three wax-sealed polished horns filled with tingling ice-honey

Knightober 2021 – paladin

As it turned out, the fair young man in question — one Mairah by name, scion of a long line of glassweaver nobility — possessed a certain paleness of eye and angle to face that suggested ties to Cor-cael’s lord. This explained a good deal to Liamath, though he kept his observations to himself as he paced silently alongside the chattering Mairah.

Discretion, always discretion …

He was learning a good deal about the state of affairs in Ranah, to be sure, and the glances he kept receiving from pale-coated, patchwork-embroidered locals were — did the newly-gifted blade at his hip look so terribly mismatched with the rest of him, then? Did the shining thing not suit? Or was it something else ~?

“– So you see, Wolf Corvan, Lord Kaerna frankly dispatched you here ahead of expected, mm, disruptions. I’m not unskilled with a blade, but against …”

Liamath shook his head, dark mane swinging in its formal braid.

“There’s no reason for you to cross swords with dissenters and the lawless. It’s a different sort of fight, that one, all the more when it’s unavoidable.”

He cocked his head to fix Mairah with his hale eye, a thin smile creeping out for a moment. Oh, the lad looked puzzled; very well, then.

“I’m just as pleased that you recognize the difference between a duel, or a skirmish, and what we’re waiting for, young lord. But, rest assured that I have no intention to draw unnecessary blood. That’d be no better than the wretches I’m watching for.
“We protect those needing protecting, and cull when culling’s called for; nothing more, nothing less.”

-*-

Hundred-silver: A tradition still held by many older Ranai families of presenting a gift — a new knife or sword, philtre or pen-set, brooch or buckler — to one who has proven faithful, joined them in an oath, or become new kin. Whatever the object, it is at least partially surfaced in mosiac-work of tiny mirrored tesserae, as a reminder that the whole is made up of its parts.

Knightober 2021 – chivalry

Of course Liamath agreed to make the trek his liege requested; it would never have occured to him to refuse. Though off-balance from his earlier exploits, he’d sworn his oath and would not break it, certainly not for so petty a thing as being out on the road once more. Lord Kaerna did not command his loyalty — and for that, she possessed it until his dying breath.

What he hadn’t expected was what he — and the grumbling Swift — rode to the Mirror Of The Mirror for.

Or, for that matter, how Lord Kaerna planned to have them present themselves.

Oh, milord, you are a clever one. But I know very well that you have more than the favour of loaning out a fancy honour-guard in mind, else you would’ve chosen most any of the youngsters.

Well, I’ll do my best, and hope that a one-eyed swordhand doesn’t put off the fair young man.

Compared to their backlands travels, the road to Ranah was an easy one of waystops and pocket-villages and Swift earning treats from cheerful travellers; when Ranah’s bleached-silver walls loomed ahead before Liamath’s eyes he almost felt that it should’ve taken at least few days longer. And on that fine evening, Liamath drew Swift towards the side of the broad road to brush away the dust and settle their unaccustomed finery of shining dark furs and falls of tiny sparkling beads cascading from caparison and trailing coattails.

Swift stamped one hoof, tossing his head, as Liamath remounted, earning a chuckle and a scratch in his thick ruffed mane.

“Yes, we both look quite fancy, I’m sure. Let us present ourselves and our pledges to the gatekeepers, eh?”

-*-

Heart’s-pledge: One of several oaths and similar promises common to the northern reaches of the Edge, similar to the wolflord’s oath, the blood-binding oath and the guardian’s sword oath (and the Alabaster Blades have a similar tradition). Frequently represented by a special series of glyphs, with or without an inscribed copy of the oath itself; the specific form of the physical pledge varies, from illuminated documents to inscribed crystal prisms, precious-metal pendants or stone tablets. Many carry the physical representation of their pledge as a ward or charm.

Knightober 2021 – leaves

“You’ve had an eventful ride, Liamath. I regret needing to cut it short.”

Liamath couldn’t tell whether Lord Kaerna was joking or not. His liege was hard to read at times, with a cool professionalism forged in the fires of political war, and he admired her steel even as it made him occasionally second-guess himself —

“But do breathe, wolflord, you’re looking a little peaked. It won’t suit to have one of my finest wilting like a snipped flower.”

— like right this moment. He winced, and she chuckled, icy eyes sparkling. The sound echoed through the hall’s cedar ceiling beams, muffling into the tapestries that lined the walls. Liamath covered his moment of discomfit with a carefully contemplative sip from the pearly cup, blossom-like, he cradled. It wasn’t like him to act so much the callow squire, truly, but his nerves felt a touch raw after the gift, and the lost stranger, and the chase afterward, and …

I never thought I’d see the time I preferred to sit in Cor-cael and sip from fancy service. But …

But the warmth of the hearthfires, the smoky cedar beams, the brilliant tapestries and the glittering pillars, the soft dark pelts strewn across benches and chairs …

Maybe I’m getting old. Maybe …

“Liamath.”

Lord Kaerna set down her own cup. Her circlet gleamed in the lantern-light, thorns in grizzled silver.

“Will you ride to Ranah?”

-*-

Fernsilk: A creeping, delicate fern, tiny in the wilds of the forest but growing to luxuriance indoors, whose trailing curlicues of feathery leaves lend a cool, minty, earthy savour to Kauvri teas, meads, and raw dishes.

Knightober 2021 – key


A summons back to Cor-cael was not something Liamath expected, but — he’d learned long before — fate did not give a clipped wedge for his expectations.  If Lord Kaerna wished his presence, then her will would be done.

If it’s hostilities or calamity, I’m sure there would have been some hint in the code; but, nothing.  So, vital enough to call me back, not vital enough to inform me.

Or, it’s secrecy that’s needed.  No way of knowing who or what might be about when I received the summons …

As with the firebird, and the children.

His musings kept Liamath gnawing at possibilities — and his growing relief at returning to his liege’s lands — for nearly the entire return trip.  Distractions came when hunting with Swift or, once, offering aid to a stranded forest-gleaner desperate to reach his village and too thorn-riddled to make it back without that help; but no firebird appeared to chide him along, so Liamath deemed the detour more than worthwhile.  They’d make it up.

By the time he trotted through the cobbled lanes of Larell towards Cor-cael’s walls, Swift was growling and snappish and Liamath didn’t blame the gelding one bit.  The last few days turned into hard riding …

“Don’t you worry, my big lad, a warm stable and proper grooming and good feed are waiting for you on the other side of the gate — just tilt me there, now.”

Swift never paused, only sidling at the last moment for Liamath to hold his hand out to the veins of crystal threading through the massive nightcedar gates that loomed above them.  Beneath his palm, pale light flared, ghostly runes flickered, an echo of the light seeping through his glove; and the great Horizon Gate of Cor-Cael yawned open.

-*-

Portal Emblem:  Another example of Kauvri crystalwork, usually a finger-ring, pendant, or cloak-brooch, carved from a crystal spall mounted in metal or especially dense wood.  The emblem responds to the presence of of the core-crystal it was spalled from and is tuned to the life-pattern of its bearer, who can use the emblem to instruct the core to unlock or unbolt access to anything from jewelry boxes to buildings.

six tables of unusual kit

Or, what happens when I’m hauled to work four hours early with a likelihood of working 60+ hours in a week if complete catastrophe’s finally landed *coughs*

So I found six table headers with no tables in an otherwise full-up notebook. And I may have gone a little ham, or something, lol. In any case here’s some options to roll or choose for your fighty things, for your magicky things, and what fancy healing (it’s healing, right? you sure?) enchantments you’re sticking in your system — none of this is written to have fancy mechanical effects attached (that weird thing still stabs like a sword, or an arrow, or whatever), but feel free to extrapolate whatever you like.

d12Edged Weapons
01.ancient jawbone lined with razor teeth, grip wrapped with reddened silks
02.solid-light prismatic-plane array; winged blade-saint
03.alabaster sabre that regenerates chips, cracks and splinters
04.a shard of the moon; pale, creamy, glowing softly
05.gnarled twist of organic iron, black and sporting staring blue carbuncles
06.angel’s feather, bright as dawn and sharp as betrayal
07.hovering porcelain talons, hooked and vicious, that follow your hands
08.fused kaleidoscape of wickedly sharpened glass from a dead sanctuary
09.spiraling horn snapped from one of the Ten Great Beasts
10.a frozen flame, blue-golden and ragged
11.fae-circuited folding fan of rainbow shards, thin as a breath
12.the ghost of a blade, a colourless hollow limned with pale burning
as: swords, daggers, axes, knives, etc etc
d12Non-edged Weapons
01.orbiting sphere, glowing like bright glass, the size of two fists
02.an eternally-flowering branch of blood cherry
03.a stiffened silversteel limb, shedding clockwork dust, claw clutching a brass disc
04.fingerless demonhide gloves lined with bloodiron plates engraved with hymns
05.coiled lash of braided crystal filaments retractable to a heavy donut-shaped wristlet
06.ectoplasmic beast that screams and charges then dissipates until called again
07.fluttering red and gold ribbons that waft weightlessly in the breeze but strike like lead
08.a dead star core encaged by the claws of a bluesteel chain
09.a slab of black basalt, holes for gripping roughly hacked out
10.a calcified plume of phoenix’s breath
11.a perfectly calibrated steel orb of the skies, in a golden frame and grip
12.piston-driven arcanosteam impactor, gleaming moonsteel and glowing crystal
as: maces, hammers, picks, etc etc
d12Distance Weapons
01.bioenamel implant on limb that exudes sharp, detachable and aerodynamic scales
02.deep blue teardrop on golden thread that quivers in light and casts darts of colourless flame
03.folding crossbow like great wings, of intricate ivory and gold clockwork
04.flickering lightning chain that flashes away and returns in an eyeblink
05.razored butterfly wings, as broad as one’s forearm is long
06.a dragon’s gleaming whisker stringing a bow carved from its spur
07.battle halo that launches bolts of scintillant light
08.a swarm of copper-and-emerald clockwork dragonflies
09.thorned diadem that calls translucent hell-ivy from the earth
10.delicate golden technotiara that burns like the sun when thrown and returns with a thought
11.blue ice flute whose music becomes notes of shimmering solid sound
12.necrotech sangrecaster, ghostly icicle of crystal formed around blood-droplets core
as: bows of all kinds, crossbow, throwing knives, hatchets, etc etc
d12Protective Gear
01.articulated bone carapace that surfaces when a threat arises
02.delicate gossamer robe woven from angel’s ichor
03.array of whirring, flying sapphire orbs that intercept blows
04.network of runic circuitry inlaid into the skin
05.carpet of ever-shifting, ever-moving emerald ants
06.ruby carbuncles embedded at all pulse points, absorbing misfortune
07.ivory plates linked with golden hair, carved from an idol’s flesh
08.maille carved of martyr’s bone and prayer-amber
09.four hovering, glowing, rotating phantasmic shields
10.a watchful ghost-guardian; plasm and foxfire eyeshine
11.whirling, whispered ashen secrets of a fallen faith
12.black iron and tears forged into an elaborate technowork carapace
armour is as armour does, but …
d12Spell Repositories
01.shards of cranial vault engraved with blood-red ochre
02.sealed crystal ampoules of strange fluids in jewel-bright colours
03.greenstone plaques embossed with notation in gold and silver
04.waterfalling strings of tiny beads of all material, making tactile patterns
05.hard-light glyphs weaving in slow orbits unless contained
06.tissue-thin scarves soft as moth wings and rippled with watermarks
07.organic jewels in burning colours that adhere to the pineal eye
08.patterns in the fur of moon-eyed cats
09.congealed prayer-jewels stolen from a holy font
10.an infinitely-unfurling rose blossom
11.miniscule glass idols embedded into the skin
12.thumbnail mirrors polished from pearlshell and sewn to bright linens
spells? on paper?
d12“Potions”
01.indigo oyster
02.runic marrowbone
03.blood pastille
04.iridescent extract-pebble
05.softly glowing dust
06.honeyed earthgrub
07.jewel-urchin gonads
08.crystal ampoule injection (do not confuse with spell repository or vice versa)
09.viscous mirror-silver eyedrop
10.crushed pearl (take with wine)
11.skystag musk-paint
12.hundred-year fruitcake
you sure you want to dose yourself with that?

Knightober 2021 – braids


Children shouting excitedly alerted Liamath before he saw anything — cries of “firebird” and “sunhawk” pulled his attention like a puppet on its strings, to the great amusement of the merchant-crofter whose produce he’d been contently mulling over.  The redmint and spicy-sweet black plums would have to wait —

— Or, there could be no need to wait long at all. 

Before Liamath more than turned away from the lean elder’s stall the bird — a flickering sihouette of moon-pale wisps, far more solid than it looked, was swooping on him.  The wychling thing dropped a leather pouch into his upstretched hands, then whirled away and dipped low to flutter over the laughing knot of children before fading from the world.

Liamath was painfully aware of the curious stares he was getting from the entire village market, and didn’t blame them one bit.

I suppose it was quite a show.

“Come on now, lad, show us what you got there, eh?  So long’s it’s not anything secret, of course.  A special report from your noble?  New mission?  Love token, mayhap ~?”

The plum-seller’s eyes danced merrily beneath his battered felt hat, and Liamath did chuckle before shaking his head slowly in denial of all three.  What he drew from the pouch was something very different: a braided cord of quilted twists of silk, tri-coloured, and long enough to settle around his neck.

“No, goodsir, none of those.”

Liamath’s voice was soft, withdrawn.

“My lord has returned my lost one to me.”

The elder nodded silently.  No more needed to be said.

-*-

Mourner’s Devotions: A braid of twisted cords, wool or silk or linen, carried by many in Kauvr — at least one cord is filled with a core made of plaited hair or similar mementos of the dearly departed.  More ornate devotions may have strands of tiny beads threaded through the braid, or be bound at intervals with metal- or jewelwork.

Knightober 2021 – breastplate

“I like to be able to move more freely, and that strikes me as adding extra weight for Swift …”

Liamath’s companion for the evening, a lean wanderer from Neshin’s great plainslands to the south who gave her name as Rekhi — gazed contemplatively at the plate of gleaming steel-lacquer she was cleaning, looked across the fire to Liamath, then shook her head with a chuckle. Her dark eyes gleamed with an amusement that Liamath found infectious —

“If I rode a toothy beast like yours through twisty trees and around glittering growths like yours, I’d no doubt think the same thing! It’s worth it, though, even with the maintenance, having a bit more between me and whatever barbs get flung my way. Tamma doesn’t seem to mind.”

Tethered a respectable distance from campfire and Swift both, the sturdy bay mare in question looked up at the mention of her name, then quieted. For his own part, Swift had settled into a comfortable loafing kneel and was dozing away.

All in all, it was a pleasant evening, with unexpected but welcome company, and Liamath welcome the chance to chat and talk shop a little with a fellow knight. In the morning they would part ways — he back on his wandering circuit, she to make her way east towards Urulaya — but for now, time enough for a brace of partridges over the flames and a bit of rose-mead to share between them.

-*-

Neshi Plating: Not actually a solid breastplate — and not solid steel, either, despite its appearance. Cunningly linked smaller, articulated plates composed of multiple layers of steelsilk lacquered together and shaped to conform to upper torso, shoulders, abdomen and back are attached by stitches and riveting to a normal steelsilk base. The plating offers more protection than plain steelsilk, but requires near-daily maintenance of its lacquer.

Knightober 2021 – marigold

Yes, here we are — I did say there was a third one ;3

Knightober (which is using prompts from rayleearts @ Twitter) is working a little differently, with a prompt every three days instead of daily. I’m also using a different format, or at least posting more words (lol), so these will be independent posts.

Speaking of the posts they’re a hybrid sort of subject: each one gets a wee bit of writing about one Liamath Corvan, a roaming knight of Kauvr (and his wolfish horse, Swift) and a bit of kit or magic or what-have for rpg-land that references the writing. Let’s see how long I can do this, lol.

-*-


“It’s not what I wished for, but we seldom get what we want, eh, Swift?”

Swift — being far too interested in his meal to bother with pointless noises from his master — barely deigned to swivel an ear before returning to his repast.  Well, Liamath was just as happy to let the gelding finish off the deer, ‘rude’ as being ignored was; he’d already claimed his own portion and delivered a haunch to the crofters in the vale to the east.  Let Swift have the remainder, a well-deserved reward for racing down the wretches who were so recently a plague.  He’d not taken too many chunks from the damned brigands’ hides, after all.

Liamath was more interested in said brigands, alive or dead.  If he hadn’t been on circuit …

I have no doubt at least half their number were Urulayan.  But that means nothing; it’s as easy to take to raiding in Urulaya as here in the Grey, and what do bandits care for sovereign land?

Pah.  Time enough in the morning to chew on it.

Sighing, Liamath scratched next to his empty eye.  Lord Kaerna would be eager to hear about the incident, but alas her vassal’s wanderings were far from over. 

May I find a messenger the next time I cross a town.  Starfang’s eyes, what a mess.

— But that could also wait.  For now, Liamath wanted to wash dirt and brigand blood from wolf-mantle, glittering maille and his well-tangled dark hair, get his venison cooked over his wee fire, and — most of all — deal with that glancing blow the wretched brigand leader fetched him.  With a wince and another sigh, he dug through a saddlepack to find a crystal teardrop that nestled in his palm, liquid fire to tend to his own bloodied hide — a bit much, perhaps, but better used than to risk infection or chaos.

“And come the morning we move on, eh Swift –?”

-*-

Flowerflame:  A distinctively deep flame-orange elixir, spicy and peppery, distilled from marigold and magic and other, more secret things, and normally contained in small crystal phials the size of one’s thumb or smaller containing 1 to 6 doses.

A single dose may have many uses, depending on how it is applied — in oil or fat or milk as a magically healing balm (1d4+1), in honey or milk as a panacea against cursed illnesses, drawn like ink on anything from beads to corpses to ward away unclean forces …

d100 treasures and trinkets

Here we go again with another list of shiny things to sprinkle around a dungeon or put in a character’s possession, and this time it’s a long one. (I don’t guarantee another one this long for a while, lol, although I do have some other bits simmering.)

No values attached, because those rightfully vary by campaign —

d100
01rope of semiprecious beads, jasper and agate and carnelian, carved in the shape of leaves
02pair of soft russet-red leather gloves, stitched with golden sigils on the backs of the palms
03brass spittoon embossed with scenes of plowing fields and reaping giant ears of wheat
04boar’s-tusk phial, capped with an oval nugget of amber set in silver
05worn blue linen pouch containing a dozen tumbled fire agates
06veil of delicate black iron maille suspended from a black silken cord
07ivory locket the size of a thumb’s first joint, carved in the shape of a rosebud and containing a sliver of bone
08antler-beam sickle, polished with generations of use, edged with greenstone bladelets
09dozen willow-wood arrows, fletched with swan feathers, tipped with crystal heads, and wrapped in rough woolen homespun
10conch-shell trumpet, polished to glassy pink inside and out, with mouthpiece and mountings of gold
11hoard of two pounds of hacksilver and three grand cloak-pins of bronze and bright red enamel, sealed with wax into a terracotta amphora
12delicate silver necklace with ten crystal teardrops suspended from it, like glistening rain
13stamp-seal carved from carnelian in the shape of a leaping fish; the stamp pattern is of running spirals around ancient glyphs
14knee-length tunic of white, softened linen; neckline, lower hem and cuffs all sport inch-wide bands of polychrome embroidery
15slim silver circlet sporting a crescent-shaped sliver of garnet in its exact centre
16bleached birchwood case containing two dragonbone dip-pens and a glass vial of dark crimson ink
17paired tortoiseshell combs carved in the shape of grape leaves with gilded details
18copper statuette of a wolf-headed figure wrapped in a shroud, its eyes inlaid with moonstones
19palm-sized silver disc mirror, engraved with lilies and serpents on the rear surface, with a loop for suspension
20five perfectly matched cabochons of topaz tucked in a screw of crimson silk
21burnished human skull completely covered with etched runic spirals tinted with indigo and cinnabar
22heavy golden ring decorated with golden grains, inlaid black iron, and a cabochon of dark ruby the size of a thumbnail
23set of diviner’s sticks, rowanwood, worn from use and stored in a dappled salt-grass basket
24wooden fox toy, stained with ochre; pull a string and its tail wags
25forest-green cloak of thick felted wool, lined and trimmed with black wolf fur
26lantern of black iron frame and windows of pale amber horn
27alabaster candle-lamp of stemmed bowl shape; if the wick in the bowl is lit, the sides of the bowl glow with paintings of birds and butterflies
28flat coffer of ebony the length of a forearm containing, on a cushion of white velvet, a silver dagger still stained with blood
29palm-sized puzzlebox of red and yellow cedar containing a tiny abalone-shell carving of a falcon
30thin parchment folio bearing four pressed starlilies between its pages
31small box of tawny lacquer, carved with spirals of stylized leaves and lined with white felt
32feline half-mask of white velvet, with mirrored glass in the eye-holes, and trimmed with silver thread
33pocket-box made from a pair of polished oyster-shells trimmed, hinged and clasped with delicate steel
34worn, stained parchments containing an arcane tower’s blueprints
35teardrop-shaped pendant of amber the size of a robin’s egg that flickers like flames
36girdle-book bound in soft brown leather, each of its darkly crimson pages a meditation on the blood
37black iron axe of broad blade, both faces inlaid with silver crescent moon and trailing stars, hafted in oak and bronze
38circlet of intertwining golden wires spangled with tiny flowers made from seed pearls
39sturdy, square wooden chest containing several dozen ceramic tiles glazed in bright polychromy with flower-and-blade patterns
40twin bracelets in the shape of dragons biting their own tails, bronze with turquoise eyes
41life-sized violet, carved of amethyst and jade, tucked in a tiny whiteoak box
42courier’s satchel scorched by flame, containing a long-lost royal pardon
43six teacups, each molded from a single golden dragon scale
44three strings of glistening azure cowrie shells, a hundred shells per string
45cedar reliquary-box lined with unbleached wool on which rests a unicorn’s carbuncle-stone
46glass paperweight in the shape of a frog with a sunburst etched on its back
47ten pale wax candles shakily engraved with holy sigils, tied up in a bundle with golden ribbons
48three throwing blades of amber-pink glass as hard as steel
49a sooty black woolen greatcoat lined with hidden pockets; one contains a tiny scrawled street map
50stylized death mask in painted plaster whose eyes have been inlaid with blank, blood-red glass inserts
51shawl of crimson and rust, trimmed with tassels, woven from a dragon’s mane
52ragdoll with blue button eyes, long sooty woolen hair, and a forest-green dress, sporting a wooden sword picked out with gold paint
53two dozen grey squirrel pelts sewn into a burlap package
54tin box embossed with entwined ivy and skeletons, containing a dozen blocks of earth, unidentifiable incense
55black waistcoat picked out with curlicues of mother-of-pearl buttons
56ornamental shortsword mounted in a hilt of brightly enameled silver, the blade inscribed to the one soul who gave honour for love
57polished drinking-horn engraved with battle sagas, sporting silver fittings and a hinged lid engraved with a sunburst
58folding fan of cherry-wood, the webbing of pure white silk, the fan ribs tipped with glittering facets of pale pink glass
59courtier’s handwritten diary of two generations back, bound in lambskin and sealed with silver-infused wax and orange ribbons
60oval, steel locket, inlaid with carnelian-chip phoenix design, holding a tiny phial of dry, red-black blood
61immense bed coverlet of grey sheepskins faced with quilted green velvet stitched with gold
62string of freshwater pearls with pink coral spacers, meant to be double-looped around the neck
63wax-sealed amber juglet of myrrh oil
64hand-sized ebony statuette of a rearing heraldic leopard
65matching finger-rings, thin electrum bands inlaid with turquoise and carnelian lilies
66white wolfskin mantle, its jaws the clasp, edged with woolen tassels
67wax tablet with red cedar frame, a lost noble’s crest burned onto the back
68earrings of golden hoop-and-wire supporting dangling falls of dozens of iridescent blue beetle elytra
69cloak-pin of copper gold mounted with a carving of a rosebud in pink coral
70drinking cup of translucent bright green jade in the shape of a stylized leaf
71archer’s ceremonial thumb-ring, carved all of massive emerald crystal mounted with enamel and gold filigreed floral ornaments
72necklace of round beads of ivory interspersed with amber claws
73dozen unstrung cobalt blue eye beads tucked in a rough leather packet
74storage casket of red cedar, its panels completely covered in fine herringbone marquetry of ivory and ebony slivers
75flute made from a crane’s wing-bone, tucked in a foxfur sleeve
76astrologian’s starcharts; folding codices sandwiched between blackthorn covers and heavily annotated in coppery green
77scroll of black-dyed vellum scribed with a masterpiece of song in silver and gold notation
78traveler’s cutlery set in polished steel, enameled with green leaved and stored in a small lacquered box the colour of rust
79thumb-sized jasper carving of a deer-headed man in a sleek gown
80breastplate of silver-etched steel and russet leather straps, with a prayer for protection and victory inscribed on the inner surface
81six delicate glass bangles, ruby and emerald, edged with gilt
82fist-sized puzzlebox of goldenoak in the shape of a sleeping stag
83hollow bone tube, capped with ivory finials, filled with shimmering dawn-coloured butterfly scales
84perfectly polished lace-agate egg the size of a hen’s egg
85bolt of cloth-of-gold woven from byssus, carefully wrapped in an outer layer of linen
86five pearlescent prisms, each a hand long, snug in a grey wool pouch
87mahogany box with tight-fitting lid, 1′ square, lined with wax and filled to the brim with rose conserves
88brass lantern in the shape of a plump, ribbed squash, with green and blue glass panes
89necklace of garnet beads shaped like pomegranate pips
90nine white rose petals, eerily preserved, each with a short prayer bloodily brushed onto it
91sabre of plain oak-and-brass hilt whose blade appears to be of razor sharp, translucently white stone
92golden finger-ring sporting a brilliant jacinth engraved with a tiny hellglyph
93shield of blackoak overlain with white and black oxhide reinforced with bronze edging and bosses
94tiny, hollowed sphere of red coral filled with with ambrosia and stoppered with bone, hung on a hair-thin golden chain
95shallow box covered with scuffed burgundy leather containing a dozen brittle love letters exchanged between two sages
96wolf’s jaw, engraved with tiny, gilded whorls of prayer and polished by years of handling
97parade tack for a horse, of russet leather and mirror-bright steel trimmed with golden tassels and seed pearls, with leopard-pelt saddle and feather-patterned, multicoloured caparison
98folded parchment, repaired by careful blue-thread darning of holes in the hide; a devoted follower’s elegy to a fallen ruler
99round electrum brooch inlaid with amber and cairngorm depicting the sun being eclipsed by the moon
00coiled braid of silver hair, tied with lapis blue ribbons and strings of amber beads
– something for everyone –