Of all the people to grace the throne of the Empire – none was as unlikely nor as beloved as Empress Marina I.
If you see a raven in flight it is on the way to claim the soul of someone wicked who has passed. It is in their nature to seek out carrion and evil.
A powerful warlock once lived on the outskirts of a hunting camp. When the hunters failed and never returned – dooming their families to starvation – blame was cast at his feet. As the warlock died not one – but twelve – ravens came to claim his soul. For such was the weight of his sins. Although the failed hunt was not counted amongst them.
The skulls of the ravens became the first of these cursed weapons. Always crafted in sets of twelve – although – it is rumored that clever witches create one last arrow to represent the unjust killing of the warlock. The curse of the tirtheenth arrow is one of death.
“No. It is not an assassins weapon as such – but I can see why you’d be confused. You see the etchings alongside the snake design? They are not just decorative. They are a coded reference to the craftsman and that – my friend – is a practice found only in the great city state of Syradin
Syradin – or “Syradinapolis” as it was in the Old Empire – is an ancient city built upon layers of older foundations that has long since sunk into the soft clay that makes up most of the earth in that region. As such the city stretches as far into the earth as it does above it. And that means – I hope you are not squeamish – rats. Multitudes of rats nesting in tunnels that has not seen the light of day for centuries. Squirming, diseased swarms of rodents that can strip the flesh from a person in a matter of seconds and burst through the walls into your bedroom with little to no warning. I see you get the picture.
The Rat Catchers Guild is possibly one of the most powerful organisations in Syradin, rivaled only – I see the light of emerging understanding on your face now – The Snake Charmer Guild. So you see – dearest customer – this trinket does not belong to an assassin. It’s an extermination tool – best not ask why they need them this sharp.”
“Celestial light uplifts the souls of Man.
The song of the Spheres drown out the droning of the Void.
All who oppose me beware, I am the Light of the sun and the blade of the Watchers”
– ancient battle prayer, the Sywin scrolls.
The Deepsilver Stream lies hidden in the cold abyss below the mountains of Ultana.
Few are afforded the honor of tapping the streams precious deposits of silver for their work. The guardians of the stream insist that the craftsmen prove their worth by collecting the material themselves – and not everyone returns from the deep dark.
Representing absurd value in its silvered blade alone, this sickle is imbued with the secret spells of several heads of different Ultanese households. The fact that seven such sickles exist tells a story of a time when Ultana acted as one.