History/Lore:
The Twin Jewels of Maethrillian were once showpieces ferried around by the Solaris Incantum, a tight knit band of merchants, hucksters and survivors that call the oceanic world of Glyth their home. As lowly mercantile people, they understood little about the Twin Jewels and their history which tremendously out date the lifespan of any Solarian currently living. The only background information they could interpret from the blades were scribes etched into the moonlight twin, which read like an epitaph, barely visible and clearly scratched out by a previous owner. Over that were harsh marks engraved over the stricken words in an alien language that no Solarian knew to translate. In truth, the blades belonged to some proud father at one point, perhaps as an heirloom. It had since fallen into the hands of some grim alien species, and thereafter the Solaris Incantum.
Appearance:
Originally designed as showpieces, the Twin Jewels' sleek demeanor and intricate glow make it more than a fashion statement. In the right hands, these beauties put all the risk at the wrong end of its edges. The first twin is a longsword with a black pith and razor-sharp crimson edges, while the second twin is a shortsword wrought entirely in gold. At the pommel of the former is a ruby, and at the pommel of the latter is a blue tanzanite. The alloy composition of the blade traced back to a substance known as mithril, a material which all artificers, particularly Vauban Antilles, desired. Mithril could be beaten like copper, and polished like glass; and artificers could make of it a metal, light and yet harder than the hardest gem in all of existence. Its beauty was like to that of common silver, but the beauty of mithril did not tarnish or grow dim. The blades are as supple as linen, cold as ice, and harder than obsidian. Furthermore, in the case of the shortsword twin, it read:
My son. You are a bastion of hope for all who are lost in darkness. Let this consecrated armament offer protection in times of trial, strength when you feel most alone, and guidance when there are no roads. Your Light will shine on to lead our people into peace. Let this be a symbol of our dedication to their future.
Know that I am proud.
—Father
The epitaph is barely readable, appearing to have been scraped almost clean from the flat of this blade. Below the stricken words, five hash-marks are engraved into the weapon. A small etching in Eliksni reads:
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"dead… little… thieves…"
Abilities/Traits:
-Stellar Crescents:
The Twin Jewels of Maethrillian were once showpieces ferried around by the Solaris Incantum, a tight knit band of merchants, hucksters and survivors that call the oceanic world of Glyth their home. As lowly mercantile people, they understood little about the Twin Jewels and their history which tremendously out date the lifespan of any Solarian currently living. The only background information they could interpret from the blades were scribes etched into the moonlight twin, which read like an epitaph, barely visible and clearly scratched out by a previous owner. Over that were harsh marks engraved over the stricken words in an alien language that no Solarian knew to translate. In truth, the blades belonged to some proud father at one point, perhaps as an heirloom. It had since fallen into the hands of some grim alien species, and thereafter the Solaris Incantum.
Appearance:
Originally designed as showpieces, the Twin Jewels' sleek demeanor and intricate glow make it more than a fashion statement. In the right hands, these beauties put all the risk at the wrong end of its edges. The first twin is a longsword with a black pith and razor-sharp crimson edges, while the second twin is a shortsword wrought entirely in gold. At the pommel of the former is a ruby, and at the pommel of the latter is a blue tanzanite. The alloy composition of the blade traced back to a substance known as mithril, a material which all artificers, particularly Vauban Antilles, desired. Mithril could be beaten like copper, and polished like glass; and artificers could make of it a metal, light and yet harder than the hardest gem in all of existence. Its beauty was like to that of common silver, but the beauty of mithril did not tarnish or grow dim. The blades are as supple as linen, cold as ice, and harder than obsidian. Furthermore, in the case of the shortsword twin, it read:
My son. You are a bastion of hope for all who are lost in darkness. Let this consecrated armament offer protection in times of trial, strength when you feel most alone, and guidance when there are no roads. Your Light will shine on to lead our people into peace. Let this be a symbol of our dedication to their future.
Know that I am proud.
—Father
The epitaph is barely readable, appearing to have been scraped almost clean from the flat of this blade. Below the stricken words, five hash-marks are engraved into the weapon. A small etching in Eliksni reads:
|||||
"dead… little… thieves…"
Abilities/Traits:
-Stellar Crescents: