There's those strange things that happen when lightning hits the right kind of soil and turns it to glass - maybe incorporating them into a weapon could work for the fallen lightning thing.

Fossilized dinosaur shit as sling bullets.

Using a tree that doubled as a primal spirit shrine that was hit and shattered by lightning to form the haft of a spear or quarterstaff.

Use the bits of iron that fly off your opponents' swords to create a new sword. The sword will carry a bit of every battle you've fought.

Forging the cum stains of a celibate priest with the unborn child of a nun to create a really, really, really holy weapon.

Use the penisbone of some large animal as a club.

Tarrasque penisbone club.

Terry Pratchett literally had a sword made at least partially out of Meteorite. IRL.

I'll Just leave that there.

>using the iron in people's blood to make a sword"
Do you know how many people that would take?
Let me stress this question. The amount of metals in 1 human body, is only enough to make a nail. Thats a lot of fucking dead bodies you're going to have if you want to make a sword out of iron in people.

>>12794108
And that's why the sword is so evil.

>>12794108
There plenty o' people in the world and a good chunk of them need killing.

Crossbow bolts or arrowheads made of alkali metals (optionally Potassium or heavier). Metal parts have to be stored in oil or such and they probably don't have that good armour piercing abilities, but that shit makes fun things happen when it touches water (or the wet, bloody insides of the target). Boom!

I once saw a doco about how prisoners made an honest-to-God imitation nightstick out of tensely rolled-up paper.

Think that, except as a staff implement, and the paper is from magical scrolls.

>>12794106
That was actually fairly common in real life.

>>12794120
just make the head of glass or fragile material containing water + potassium, so when it hits, BOOM flashbang in their faces

(no, I don't know shit about chemistry, I don't know if it would work or the amount of stuff necessary, so sue me)

Umm I recently in a campaign made the deadliest weapon so far in our horror (pseudo zombie) modern campaign from the inside of a porn store.
1. Siphoned gas from car outside
2. Lighter
3. Large enema tube (syringe, whatever the hell it's called)
4. Anal Lube (i.e. petroleum jelly)
---------------------------------
Napalm Enema flame thrower!
P.S. DMs hate me, he specifically put us in the porn store to make sure we wouldn't have access to good weapons, but instead I come out of it like the fucking pyro from team fortress2 (there was a rubber bondage suit that was also employed as protective gear)
Sorry I'm sure this isn't what you had in mind, but I've been itching to share that session with someone since about 20 minutes after it ended.

A sword made of pure gloom. Forged inside an abandoned inn, in which a dark and mysterious brooding figure sits on every corner of each and every room.

A gun with a stock carved from the wood of a tree that fell in the forest with no one there to hear it. Every gunshot is dead silent. Let's stress that, DEAD silent.

>>12794141

Gives a +3 bonus to finding quests?

>>12794141
And the whole goddamn inn is MADE of corners.

>>12794141
And they all were hooded cloaks and have raven familiars, even though some of them aren't arcane users.

>>12794142
A weapon which may only be used by a deaf undead?

>>12794120
More like *fizz*

A sword or dagger passed down through generations of warrior-assassins. This weapon has only ever been used to kill poisonous creatures over the centuries causing the steel to be permanently envenomed.

A pair of gauntlets possessed by the souls of a pair of raving druid twins who died while stuck in the form of an Alligator. They bicker constantly but allow the Alligator-Gauntlets to cast a few minor spells every now and then.

>>12794106
Waste of perfectly good meteorite.

>>12794142
Moot should troll the boards and add a "like" button, because I like your idea.

A light metal net made from the melted down and reforged filings of slave's chains, impossible to escape.

A golem made out of the shattered statues of gods.

Unicorn is good for making anything; unicorn bone/horn harp,(evil) unicorn mane harpstrings(good) unicorn gut harpstrings(evil).

A whip made of barbed wire.

A fence made by giants out of bones and sinews and bodies, just by twisting living people together by the arms and legs.

>>12794174
That depends. Sodium and potassium on water/wet surface is enough to heat things up a lot, perhaps even catch on fire. On top of that, they form a strong base (perhaps both fire and acid damage?). Metallic rubidium, cesium and francium are enough to do some serious damage, the reaction is explosive.

>>12794106
That is how eskimos/inuits got their iron before discovering ores and forging

>>12794108
I just had an idea for a badass artifact weapon.
Whenever it kills a living creature, it drains all the iron out of the body and gets slightly bigger. Immune to rust.

>>12794191
>Moot should troll the boards and add a "like" button
Don't even joke about that.

I was in a campaign were the Mcguffin was four swords based off of the seasons

Autumn's fire, a golden and red sword that was embossed with the first fallen leaves of fall of the tree of knowledge.

Summer's storm, a green sword with a constant aura of dry heat about it. The weapon was cooled over the course of an entire summer of storms.

Spring's guardian, a blue sword that could heal wounds with it's slashes, and grow life where it met the earth. It was not made, but found in the core of an ancient oak tree.

Winter's Bite, a black and white sword that is constantly stuck with frost to the blade. It was found only after a century of being trapped in ice, a frozen hand of bone clutching at it.

Kind of a sandbox game, and there was more to each weapon than that, but it didn't really pertain to this thread.

Use an ethereal cat as a weapon. The cat can attack a person's soul directly. It cannot attack the actual body. And a soul has the exact same stats as a level 1 commoner.

>>12794426
>mfw my monk has been secretly levelling his soul

In my setting, there's 6 legendary swords left by the ancients. However, they're different that when the sword is 'sheathed', it reduced itself down to the gem usually set in the pommel or cross guard of the sword.

Yeah, it's like a lightsaber, but made of metal, and the grip of the sword goes away too.

Each of the 6 swords has a unique power too, but that's not exactly relevant to the thread

>>12794469
?

An axe with an exceptionally strong haft. it appears slightly bent and gives slightly when you hold it, but simply will not be cut or break. The blade is unmistakably adamantine, though no one knows off hand what the haft is.

It's the hair from a dragon's beard. Fuck yeah its a bearded axe, made from a beard. And an axe.

A sword made out of diamonds would be cool. You could use a bunch of small ones interspersed through a regular metal blade.

Or if we're talking a magical setting, maybe an exceptionally large diamond could be formed and shaped magically.

Then again it would probably be very brittle...

Reforging the lead in your dead kinsmen into new bullets. The ultimate in vengeance ammo.

An obsidian dagger, crafted using lava drawn from the magma chambers of the three largest and most active of Strato-volcanoes mixed fully before any of it is given the strength to cool.

Forging a blade from the calm in the eye of a hurricane, so that none will ever notice its passing.

rolled 92 = 92

bamp

An old and worn city Guard's Sword.
It was probably forged from another, bigger sword that was too broken to be used anymore. It has no magic enchantment or fancy secrets but there is a certain aura to it that its only pulled to get shit done. It wasn't made to intimidate Dragons or slay Immortals, it is a tool. Anyone who intends to attack the wielder knows that that once this sword is pulled, there's no turning back, no mercy, no joy, no anger, just another job.

>>12796623
STOP RIGHT THERE etc.

bamph

Tathlum balls: An ancient Celtic weapon made by making the brains of slain foes in to cement by mixing in sand in order to smash the brains out of more foes and make more tathlum balls. They were used as sling-shot.

http://www.sacred-texts.com/neu/celt/cml/cml13.htm

A short spear made out of a saint's spine.

A war hammer made out of dragon shit, to better beat the shit out of your enemies.

A dire flail made out of over sized anime character eyes.

2 words

Semen Sword.

It giveth life and it taketh away.

>>12794108
What sized nail?

After finding the average weight of the 15 most common nail sizes I came up with 201 nails per pound. That means you'd have to kill at least 402 people for a short sword, 804 for a long sword, or 1608 for a great sword. Assuming that all weapons are made for a medium sized creature. Íf you use the iron from just one creature you could create a fine sized great sword and enchant it with the sizing ability so that you could increase it to medium size but that's kinda gay.

Craft a dagger from the most mundane materials in existence, the stuff that people never notice as they go about their day. The dagger is now unnoticeable, people's eyes just go right by it without noticing it, unless you attack with it or do something noticeable with it, of course. Good hidden weapon.

>>12797736

So like, an air dagger?

>>12797736

Crap, forgot to change the name on that post.

>>12797751

No, it's made of metal, it's just that it's very hard for people to actually notice it.

Think of it as a very uninteresting dagger.

Find a large animal, like an elephant or fantastic equivalent. thigh bone hollowed, reenforced, and crafted into a blunderbuss.

Call it the Blast-femur.

Spiked gauntlet of pain, made from the iron in blood that's been extracted through torture.

Wearing it causes a gentle ache in your hands but a blow from a simple weapons it holds cause the victim to be engulfed by panic.

A wooden haft crafted from the corpse of a treant. It would make the weapon be more deadly to all plant life.

Make a chair out out of [spoiler]READ "USE OF WEAPONS"[/spoiler].

A sword made of water, magically held in place via magic. It is quite useless in combat, but it works as a universal solvent, and neither compresses under pressure or conducts electricity.

A sword of rhetoric fashioned from the distilled incitements of a hundred prophets and politicians. It can only be seen when its wielder resorts to the use of ethos, pathos, or logos in order to achieve his ends. When visible, it looks like the most impressive sword any viewer could imagine. In reality, it conforms to the wielder's skills and technique as a debater or demogogue.

The one common theme for the sword's many shapes is the presence of the quote, "This is mightier than any mere pen."

Directly attacks social and/or mental stats. Can be used on individuals or on groups. Once per encounter, it can be used to turn spoken words into actual sword wounds.

A sword forged and cooled with the remains of a water elemental, allows user to breathe underwater.

An all wood weapon.

After it's blade was carved from the tree and the designs intricately laid out over it's length, the weapon was left to lay in a pool of water formed only of tears till the wood was swollen with moisture.

Then it was left to dry completely over the course of an entire summer.

>>12798465
I don't think you thought that out as well as you think you did.

>>12798465

What would its benefits be?

A tommy-gun covered in gold containing the souls of the most evil mafiosoes in history. It give the bullets it shoots the ability to find their target no matter where they're hiding.

The skull of a great steed that, when tapped, produces a rideable steed of ectoplasm around the skull

A sword with a little nook in the hilt that contains a preserved beholder eyeball that grants the sword its powers of blasting

A D20 made out of one of Gary Gygax's vertabrae

A club made out of the rubble of a national tragedy which gains power with the wielder's patriotic range.

A noose that hung one hundred witches that now has the power to come to life at its user's command and choke the life out of his worst enemies

A crystal ball made out of the tears of a god. it gives crystal clear visions into the future, but only of the most horrible things.

A train with an indian curse on it. It roams the land on no tracks, ridden only by ghosts and demons, fueled by the meat of whoever is unfortunate to cross its path.

Armor with the heart of a brave barbarian at its core, still beating and providing the wearer with unbridled speed and strength as long as he shows no fear.

The locket of a jilted lover, will glow if worn around the neck of those who are truthful about their love.

A rapier that grows stronger the more duels it wins.

A sword named "The Blessing of Innocence". On it's blade is written in ever language since the dawn of time the name of the first and most ancient of all death gods. To read the name is to come instantly under the effect of Power Word: Death. It is, in fact, the blade of the forgotten god ancient's scythe with a hilt attached to it. The hilt must be replaced frequently as it will corrode at an unnaturally fast rate.

It is a preferred weapon of barbarians or clerics of Kord that are illiterate. Legend says it was won when the first warrior challenged the death god to a duel for the greatest weapon any man could wield with his own immortal soul on the line.

A Monocle made from black sands off the shores of a volcanic island. Looking through it obscures vision during daylight (-2 perception/spot), but in low light or dark grants normal vision through the eye (with a -2 perception/spot for not being able to see with the other eye).

A broken staff of marble and silver taken from the tomb of a Dwarf King. Despite it's broken and cracked appearance it can actually mend any stone or metal object it touches and heal wounded constructs of similar material.

A 30-foot length of Rope woven from the strands of a Bebilith's web. When wrapped around any object and tied in a knot it creates a void within it's coils. Anything the rope is tied around is instantly severed. Analysis will show it melted or burned by an unimaginably intense heat.

An axe and shield made of quicksilver (mercury) enchanted to take a blood red crystalline solid (mercury sulfide/ cinnabar) form after being shaped by the wielder's will. The shield and blade itself cannot both exist simultaneously. The weapon/shield is stored in a pommel that looks similar to a vial when not in use and becomes active when the lid is opened.

Alright elegan/tg/entlemen, let's get this thread long enough so that it becomes archive-worthy.

A death ray with the brain of Nicholai Tesla as one of the components

A sword forged with ectoplasm so that it phases through armor but cuts through flesh

Armor made of bricks from the tower of babel. Gives extraordinary magical power but at the cost of inspiring hubris in its wearer

A staff made of the nails from a hundred crucifixions, able to pin anybody to the floor with but a word.

Bullets made from the radioactive ore used in Tsar Bomba, able to copy themselves inside the gun-barrels for over the thousand years and able to kill instantly in a miniature atomic explosion.

Ink made of the blood of Walt Disney and Max Fleischer, able to bring any creatures it draws to life.

An Elaborate Mantle carved from dragon bone. It creates a magical cloak that falls from it, complete with a hood, and to the naked eye seems like fine red satin. However, it is actually a fire-like ether that cloaks the wearer. It deals heat based damage to anyone the strikes from melee distance or attempts to grapple. This ability can be activated and dismissed at will by the wearer.

Take a long sword and grind it down to the size of a short sword. Does the same amount of damage as a long sword.

a sword made from finely crafted steel.

ordinary steel, except the edge is a unique design which has a small channel running along it which holds on to human feces well.

the sheath is specially made to contain the stench of the excrement so as not to offend the senses of its' wielder.

you ever been stuck with a shit-covered sword? without antibiotics it gets nasty fast. even if you survive the fight you'll die of blood poisoning and gangrene.

"The Foley of the Sylvan Fool" is an ugly thing to look upon. When the elves forged their first legendary weapons millennia ago, there was one smith who could never forge a perfect blade. He repeatedly created bent or imperfect long swords that no proud elf would dare use for fear of ridicule from his peers. However, one among them, the ugliest of them all, was blessed by the god Vulcan (Hephaestus) for though the blade was bent, twisted, and chipped it was forged by a youth who put his entire heart and soul into it and created from the only supply of the metal Orichalcum ever to exist on the material plane. Vulcan, known for his love of metal and distrust of beauty, imbued the sword with powers far greater than it's form would expect. The curved blade warps the very air it cuts through, deforming anything it strikes while being a quick and effective weapon. Vulcan decreed that only an elf would ever be allowed to wield the hideous weapon, but in a twist or irony no elf has ever deigned low enough to wield the Foley.

In the setting I've been working on, there are three god artifacts.

All three were made from shards of the core of the first world. Which, when destroyed, fell into the infinite void at the center of the universe. They were later retrieved by the three transient Gods.

First is the God-Pendant, which represents the ultimate power of progress, its owner can see the memories of every being that has ever touched it, and can see the history of all that is trapped within the void. They can conjure those memories into a physical manifestation or channel it into themselves as well.

Second is the Godshield, an object that cannot be penetrated by any force in the universe, not even by the powers of the Gods. It casts any force directed towards it toward the source tenfold.

Finally, the Godblade is the most powerful weapon in the universe. It is the only one whose shape can be changed by it's wielder. It takes the form of the weapon most ideal for its owner. It also wields the power of every element in the universe with every strike.

>>12794079
My grandfather once found a black round stone in place where lightning struck. He showed me It and it looked like black chert.

The "lightning bolt" thing was done IRL though. Collect iron meteorites and forge them into a sword, like Terry Pratchett did.

>streff Anything
Captcha's right. Anything can be a streff... er, weapon.

A robe made entirely of dismembered hands with eyes stitched into the palms. When a command word is spoken the hands jump to life and move as a swarm, grappling and disarming anything they come in contact with.

>>12801121

FUND IT

>>12794073

I melted down some peace symbols to cast some bullets once.

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A prosthetic beard made from that of a bearded devil. It allows female creatures to change their gender at will, so long as they are wearing the beard. If removed, the wearer reverts to their original form.

A battle standard patched together from human skin, makes the enemy quake in fear.

Can we get this thread archived? This shit's awesome.

>>12795966
the diamonds should be made using the rendered-down carbon of every mortal being you have slain

each wicked edged gem a single soul claimed by you

http://www.lifegem.com/

>>12794073

I have an idea.

BLOOD MADE OF SWORDS.

OI! BOSS!

WOT IF WE MADE A CHOPPA...OUTTA TEEF?!

Well, I hear this guy's hyper weapon is pretty much unbeatable. Especially because as soon as it's unsheathed it uses Charm on any female and Despair on any male within LOS as a spell-like ability, with no save.

A slavemaster's whip made from human leather. It's strike causes much more pain than one would think.

>>12801591
DEN WE'D RUN OUTTA TEEF, YA GIT.

NAW, WE NEEDS TA MAKE A CHOPPA OUT A SKULLZ.

A sword of Pelor with a blade of the sun's plasma

A club of Sehaine made out of a still-living tree

A wand of Vecna made out of the spine of a librarian

A book of the character sheets of players (Like Kromgol's player) who have passed away. The book allows you to summon their characters for one last battle.

a warhammer with a head made of 10 Rods of Wonder bundled togetther

duct tape + choppa + shoota = EXTRA WAAAGGH!!!

Everyone is missing the obvious:
Mandolin guitar made from the strongest wood imaginable and you just beat the shit out of people with it. Covers as a musical instrument in populated areas.

Flesh to stone + bees + shape stone.

Bag of the Universe. Functions much like a bag of holding, except that instead of an extradimensional space, the bag contains the entire material plane.

I'm sure that any fa/tg/uy worth his salt can think of at least 10 interesting things to do with this.

>>12801557
I AM THE BONE OF MY SWORD


>A sword forged with ectoplasm so that it phases through armor but cuts through flesh

>A sword forged with ectoplasm so that anything it cuts will be covered in white sticky goop and give the victim a unpleasant feeling.

A necklace made of the index fingers of a killer's first victims. They shall show you which way sinful folk lie.

A rapier that is essentially a syringe to deliver pellets of caesium into a body. Whole new meaning to the words 'exit wound'.

Also FUCK YEAR KRIEGSMESSER IS BEST MESSER

>>12797446
An average-sized human body contains about 3 grams of iron. So you'd need about 150 people for a dagger, about 500 for a longsword, and about 2000 for a greatsword.

>the more you know.jpg

>>12794198
>Sodium and potassium on water/wet surface is enough to heat things up a lot, perhaps even catch on fire. On top of that, they form a strong base (perhaps both fire and acid damage?).
The thing about alkali metals is that not only do they react with water to form a strong base, but they also liberate hydrogen gas as a side product. Hydrogen is quite flammable. The reaction between alkali metals and water is highly exothermic. You will definitely get a pretty respectable pop out of an alkali-metal-tipped arrowhead.

The Gauntlets of Vulcan

Legend has it that in ages past, a great fire mage swore an oath to a demon by plunging his own hands into an active caldera. The liquid metal hardened around his arms and through these bonds the fire mage was able to channel the hellish flames of the demon. When the mage finally died at the hands of some brave adventurers desperate to stay the destruction he wrought upon the land, they removed the metal from his body, only to find cauterized stumps where his arms should have been. They had been completely incinerated the day of the ritual, and it was only by the mage's chaotic will to burn everything in the name of his master that they remained fixed to his limbs.

Just submitted an archive request, seems like it is up.

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Great ideas, everyone

rolled 60 = 60

a knife forged of all the rage of a patient man

it is very well made, very sharp, and apparently impossible to notice until it's drawn in anger when it glows blue.

it passes through everything harmlessly, except the hearts of beings at whom the wielder is (all consumingly) angry.

if the wielder is not angry/has no seoul the knife appears to be and acts ever-dul

>>12802814
>ALLOFMYRAGE.jpg

rolled 98 = 98

>>12802870
no, that's the rage of an impatient man.

a patient man waits quietly and stabs carefully

Sword forged from the shadows of every one of your ancestors. What began as a pocketknife is, by the time you get it, a Buster-Sword that is magically hard to notice, obscenely powerful, and schizophrenically talks to you.

Adventure hook: you have to bind your shadow to it at some point, then pass it on.

My old GM was a genius.

rolled 20 = 20

>>12802950
NICE

Only one color, but not one size,
Stuck at the bottom, yet easily flies.
Present in sun, but not in rain,
Doing no harm, and feeling no pain.

A staff of a still living sprig with magical properties. It appears as a quarterstaff with leaves sprouting along its length and roots sprawling about from its head. Every night it must be replanted in fresh soil for 8 hours to regain it's potency.

>>12794130
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Millwall_brick
Thats what yer thinking of.

Gauntlets made out of the skulls of a hydra. They still bite.

Blades made from teeth broken from a still living dragon.

An ancient liche's bones, fused onto a gruesome set of plate mail.

A map made out of the palm of your hand's skin. It will show you all details pertaining to the place you currently are... ohandyouloseahand

rolled 68 = 68

>>12803074
>An ancient liche's bones, fused onto a gruesome set of plate mail.

are they painted red and yellow

>>12803135

didnt even think of that heh

>comes flouring
wat

>>12803125
No no, the phrase is "like the BACK of my hand."

>>12803165
I have actually heard it both ways, I assumed palm was the way most people said it. oh well

Make armor from unusual materials:

Serpent Skin, Antlers and Ribs, Stone tablets with Runes, Tightly Wrapped Ropes, Magic Bindings, A Golem's Shell, etc.

In an Exalted game, one of the players found a bound Second Circle craft demon. He wanted a four-dot bow that never misses.

The bow was made of orichalcum, the blood of an untattooed lunar during the waxing crescent moon phase, the red string connecting two lovers (who had to die, naturally, but they don't know that yet), the last breath of a hunter's quarry, and the ribs of the Solar himself.

The solar had to lie down and get his floating ribs removed (prompting many out-of-character jokes) on the spot, to be put in the bow. He spent ten minutes crafting a very careful set of directions to ensure only the ribs were taken, and that the bow would be made according to specification, without curses or flaws.

What he forget to ask for was a delivery date. The expression on his face when the demon said to the recent surgery victim, "Your bow will be ready in a few years," was priceless.

>>12803314

that means he can suck his own dick now, right?

A mask made from wood of a confessional, people are forced to tell truth to you. But you can't repeat their secrets

A sword created in a forge that used only bodies of murdered innocent as a source of fuel.

>>12803327

With his Dex of 5, he probably already could.

The norse had a tradition of making simple rings out of their enemy's spearheads, daggers, etc. I'd imagine that forging a great sword or great axe out of your rings would make for a terrifying weapon.

>>12801671

DEN WE AINT GONNA USE YER SKULL YA SQUIGHERD, CUZ IT AINT SHARP 'NUFF TA CUT NUFFIN. WAT WE NEEDZ IS MORE RIPPY BITZ AND SPLODY GUBBINZ.

A halberd forged in the fires of hell, one of a set of six meant for the honor guard of a daemon prince.

The halberd is forged not by adding ingredients, but by literally removing the elements of goodness, wholeness, light, and so on from a halberd-shaped space. You sharpen the blade by performing evil acts with it.

Outside of hell, the blade is invisible under sunlight, as the purity of sunlight simply does not touch the blade. The blade is only visible in firelight. Sufficiently evil people can see the blade in all light, or in darkness, without difficulty.

Naturally, that means the blade is invisible to good folks during daylight, but plainly visible to evil folks even in pitch blackness or fog.

>>12803373
Better yet, a chain shirt of mismatched rings taken from a thousand foes.

Granted that'd be more of a family or clan artifact than one person's gear, unless said person was some verity of battlefield god.

A protective amulet forged from the bullets in Andrew Jackson's corpse. It protects you from all shots fired at you in anger. Also reduces stealth.

A horse bred from the wishes of beggars. Upon it anyone can ride.

A gun forged from the lies of politicians firing ammo cast from their broken promises. No one will notice when you carry it, be surprised when you kill someone with it, or bother doing anything about it afterward.

A choppa made of choppas. More choppy than you can shake a choppa at.

>>12803507
variety*

Herp

>>12803507
>unless said person was some verity of battlefield god.

Exactly the point.

In one campaign my DM made, there was this badass Sorceress named Felicia, and she would call down lighting and turn it into a whip.

Pretty awesome.

In a Dark Heresy campaign I ran I used a scroll made from the skin of a known heretic sorcerer. He was infamous for portals and teleportation arcana (once killing an inquisitor by pushing him into a portal that led to the sun), so when he was finally captured by the Inquisition they had him reveal the nature of his powers... for educational purposes... or something shifty like that... then scrawled it down on his back while they flayed him and used it as parchment.

In game terms it allows a sorcerer to learn the arcana Create Door.

A witch causes a couple's first born to be stillborn.

The couple, not wanting to fuck with her, pays her off. She grinds up the fetus and mixes it into a dye, then makes a simple mountaineer's blanket which she gives to the couple.

The next baby is born healthy, and grows up without learning of it's older brother.

Upon graduating from whatever class training they received the parents give them the blanket.

While sleeping under it, the character is protected from all hostile actions from any intelligent (or wild) creature. Only the DM knows any of this. To the PC it is only a blanket they're parents gave them.

To charge up a staff, one character in a campaign I used to play in had to collect a stick which had been struck by an invisible lightning bolt.

He cast Improved Invisibility on a lightning rod and stuck it into the side of the tree, then cast Lightning Bolt on the invisible lightning rod.

>>12803708

:o

How about a weapon made from a shapeshifter? It could turn into various weapons, yet each weapon is not as strong as the previous. So it could change into a +1 dagger or a +1 sword. Even better, it could shape shift into useful tools, like a hammer or shovel.

>>12803654
There's actually an Ian Watson story where an Inquisitor has a set of fortunetelling runes made from the finger bones of a witch he hunted down. I always got a similar vibe off the reason he used those bones.

Also Ian Watson writes some decent stuff if you give him a word cap that forces him to avoid fart jokes and intense looks into scatological phenomena. Mostly.

An amulet created from the last coin of a kingdom now gone. No one is sure what the tower depicted on it was, but the massive eye at the top appears to be made of flames and shadow. In addition to the simple property of aiding in seeing that which is hidden (spot, search, ect.) if anyone is hired to eliminate the wearer and comes within striking distance, the eye glows as if on fire, telepathically warning the wearer they are about to be attacked, negating suprise. This can break through sleep spells, but not things like hold person.

I once had my players come into an area experiencing monsoon level rainfall, they took shelter in a cave when it got worst, and found a spear there. took them 3 sessions of trudging through mud, rain and every other inclement weather i could come up with before they realized the BBEG's were tracking them by following the storm, which was centered everywhere the spear went. yeah, i stole the rain god from douglas adams hitchhiker book. sue me.

>>12803362

See here's the thing.. all these items like this I would prefer to have them be holy blades instead of evil. It would make more sense that the enraged souls of the innocents rebelled against those whom had slain them and imbued the blade with the power to strike down those committing evils like that which they endured.

Scythe of Cowardice

The shaft is made from the dood of a tree where a solider hid while fleeing from battle. The tree caught fire and burned, killing the soldier, so the shaft has a charred appearance and occasionally makes weeping, pleading sounds.

The blade is made from a sword that, prior to enchantment sealing its properties in place, had only ever inflicted wounds on targets' backs.

The two parts of the scythe hate each other with a fiery passion only unintelligent, empathic weapons bonded together can feel.

The scythe inspires terror, and can make ranged attacks against anyone who succumbs to its fear effect.

>>12798062
>Read this book
>image is not an archive

Well fuck you.

That scythe in Ninja Gaiden 2 had an absurdly over-the top forging process.

>>12804130
As did the Lunar staff, it had wood and sinew as well as meteoric metal, but that was not Iron.

The Scythe of practical use.

Turns into a longsword in the wielder's hands.

>>12802814
>seoul
I have to wonder if it's even possible for that to be an actual mistake.

A whip made from the straightjackets of an infamous insane asylum. It shoots a random magical effect each time it's cracked, but it speaks in many insane voices.

A scroll made of vellum from the gut of L. Ron Hubbard. Anything written on it and spoken to a crowd of people instantly brainwashes them to its point of view.

A small boat made out of the wood of a tree where many murderers were hung. It moves on its own faster than any motorboat, but it takes only meat and blood (Not necessarily human) as its fuel.

A chainsaw powered by the fire of a seraph and made of diamond, platinum, and the substance of the pearly gates. It can cut through anything except an innocent man.

ARCHIVE THIS NOW

'till death do us part' is a blade made out of what appears to be human bone. normally it exists as a pomel, which is a skeletal forearm and hand with a ring upon it. to draw the sword is it gripped by the hand and pulled up from the ground, and a blade of bone comes out with it. The blade can only be used by those who who have lost thier loves. the stronger the love between the partners was, the keener the sword. sometimes the user seem preternaturally skilled at combat, almost as if there was someone else helping them.
[probably shitty fluff, ignore if you want]
The story of this blade is long and sad and revolves around an unamed couple from a small farming village. legend has it the village was attacked by a conquering warlord during a wedding feast, and the bridegroom slain. the villagers barely had time to bury thier dead before fleeing. the bride was filled with grief and swore revenge as she left her dead husband and homeland. Years later she returned when the attacks in the region had stopped. In the ruins of village she searched for the grave of her husband. finding a skeletal arm with her husbands ring on it she pulled it out of the ground to try and give him a proper burial and was suprised when instead a sword of bone appeared. filled with icy resolve she knew what she must do. travelling to the castle where the warlod Ulric Thalbane ruled over his small kingdom, she slew the warlord and several of his men. she then returned to the village to lay her husband to rest properly. Unfortunately she had a bounty upon her head for her deeds and was slain.

A car on a stick would make a badass weapon.

A dagger quenched in the heart of a man that tried to rob you before you were going to quench it properly.

You now have a dagger empowered by the heart of a criminal.

>>12794106
meteorites were the first source of steel

A sword made of the dogtags of fallen soldiers.\

Sorta stolen from New Vegas.

I've posed this question before, but got nothing. Since we have some really good creativity going here, I pose it to you!

What does a songbow/songblade (bard weapon) look like? What's it made out of?

>>12807997
Never heard of the serpent swords of China? Or the singing swords?

By placing holes at strategic points in a weapon, you can cause it to make hissing, whistling, or ringing sounds when swung.

>>12807878

u got a citation for that bro?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kaman-Kalehoyuk

It already is archived.

More ideas:

A ring literally made from the sweat and blood of Moradrin, it makes every hit a critical.

A flag made from the hair of a Ki-Rin that inspires confidence in all who fight under its banner

A homunculus made using the metallic skeleton of the original King Kong puppet. It can grow and shrink in size as the owner wishes.

The Weapon begins as a stone. Hard, heavy, but not too unwieldy. Perfect for cracking skulls. And that's exactly what the caveman does with it, and later his children, and his children's children.
***
After several generations, a new technology emerges: the biface, a crude blade that can be held cupped in one hand. The stone is fashioned into one, and its edge continues to draw blood for many, many years.
***
A particularly crafty individual discovers what we call leverage, and what better head to use for the first ax than the Weapon of his ancestors?
***
In the white-hot union of fire and ore, bronze is discovered, and it is at this point that the ancient stone becomes obsolete. But the handle of the ax is turned into that of a knife, and the essence of the Weapon remains, now killing not by smashing or hacking, but by slicing and stabbing.
***
When its handle is replaced by the shaft of an infantry spear, the Weapon encounters a new phenomenon: war. Up until now, it has served in murder, single combat and the occasional skirmish between feuding clans, but this is different. Formations of trained soldiers clash, organized bloodshed of unimagined scale, and the Weapon is right in the middle of it.
***
Iron is the metal that kills stars. When the spear's bronze tip is replaced by an iron one, its aptitude for killing is once again increased dramatically.
***
The sword is said to have no practical use out of combat, making it the perfect shape for the Weapon. There are countless varieties of it, and the Weapon has been them all. Whether made of iron or the more sophisticated steel, whether in the form of a longsword, saber or rapier, the Weapon moves from owner to owner, periodically being reforged and leaving bloodshed in its wake. It has participated in millennia of killing, and its owners always end up using it for its original purpose.

>>12807997
It appears to be a small lute engraved with a swan design. When played, the sound waves gather into a near-invisible blade, but it always plays the same song.
[Has the effect of the Dirgesinger's Song of Sorrow, and continues playing for as long as the user makes a weapon attack every round. On a successful perform check, the song is instead a Song of Grief.]

The lute was owned by a mute and illiterate bard who spent his whole life building it. Eternally locked inside his own head, the only way he could communicate with the world was through music, but no one ever understood his intent. He created the instrument from the vocal cords of people who had the ability to speak, but never said anything worthwhile. He was caught just after finishing his life's work, and as he was hanged he sang his first and last song.

>>12808211
That's one story, anyway. But some disagree. They say...

The lute was an ordinary one, owned by an ordinary bard who was extraordinarily love-struck. His love scorned him, and when he swore to do anything to win her love, she sent him on a fool's errand. She asked him to travel far to the north and pluck a pear from a tree growing on the highest mountain. He reached the mountain, but there was no tree. He sang one final song as the cold claimed his life, and the tune was frozen into the instrument for all time.

>>12808220
But that's just another story. Some tell you that it really happened like this...

A great wizard wished to make the perfect instrument, so he advertised a singing competition with "immortality" as the reward. Singers came from across the land and competed for days, eliminated one by one until only the greatest singer in all the world remained.
"So," the wizard said, "You are the greatest singer in all the world. Then you shall form the final string! That shall be your immortality!"
The wizard snapped his fingers and the singer felt his breath being pulled from his body. As he suffocated, he saw it wound into a cord and bound to a lute. He begin to sing, though he had no voice, and the string that had been his began to resonate. Every string on the lute (the voices of other singers in the competition) hummed in harmony, and as the singer faded from the world the instrument began its dirge. The wizard, seeing the horror of his actions, threw himself from his own tower.

But that, again, is just another story.

"The Ender of Small Tyrannies", an axe made of pure distilled anger.

This isn't directionless fury though, or rabid psychotic rage. This axe uses the anger from every voice that screamed against the oncoming night. From every person who raged against apathy; against basic; everyday evil that tarnishes the soul of everyone who experiences it. From every man who died furious at how unfair the universe is.

rolled 6 = 6

>>12808100
fuck yes,

you are awesome

AKA The Ender of Injustice ?

pierce someones throat with the exposed bone of your own open fracture

>>12808284
YES.

>>12808284

In order to craft the weapon two warriors must fight to the death at the bottom of the world, a place where only the strongest hearts filled with the most savage bloodlust can keep from freezing on the spot. One of the combatants plunges their dagger into the heart of the other, the stream of blood and steam as it exits the wound freezes into a longblade.

a pregnant woman who has been cursed to birth weapons

her womb forges the mightiest of daggers, maces, and (ouch) battleaxes

>>12808400
>>12808410
incredigay

Sword of Mars, anybody?

I always liked the idea of having a smith modify a sword so you could insert a single thunder stone into the tip. When you strike anything, it'll set off the stone and make a loud bang. Scare the shit out of the opponent. You could wear ear muffs or maybe take reduced damage because you know its coming.

talking about weird crafting materials

>>12808282
The what now?

>>12808410
I am fairly certain that FATAL did that first. And doing anything that fATAL did first in a game is probably a really, really bad idea.

A chakram made out of the plate that Jesus ate off of at the last supper. It rips off your opponents flesh, and makes it into bread that gives you temporary invulnerability.

Seven clubs made out of seven different road signs, each with their own effect E.G. Deer crossing summons a herd of deer to trample your foes, stop makes your foe stop, yield makes them drop their guard, watch for falling rocks does the obvious, etcetera.

A shank made out of the bones of Judas' broken neck when he hung himself. Able to kill with one stab, but only against those who the wielder once called friends.

rolled 98 = 98

>>12805560
it took someone that long to see that...

I laugh heartily

a shovel crafted by by an engineer who never broke his ethical obligations; it digs easily, even through stone so long as it's used by a good person

rolled 1 = 1

bitches, I been readig threads like this a wile, and I got some old shit saved that never got the official archive. prepare for some stolen awesome.

Rook's Hat: A magical hat resembling a small fortress. A shrink spell enables people to enter and exit it through a pair of knobs, between which you are teleported and altered to an appropriate scale when grabbed.

Bishop's Staff: Always attack with this as if you had flanking.

Knight's Boots: For caster level of maker / 3 times per day you may teleport 15 feet as a movement.

Queen's Scepter: You may move any distance in a straight line at 100ft/round. Add 1 to your AC for every ten feet moved this way for any attacks of opportunity.

King's Crown: All party members have +2 to hit.

The Pawn: Summon a warrior of equal level to the user four times a day. These warriors last 1d10 rounds.

>A golem made out of the shattered statues of gods.

I had a campaign centered around this idea. Several stumps of greek and roman statues had disappeared from museums allover the world, turned out it was indirectly done so by the ancient Greek gods who had grown sick of being forgotten and were about to claim their power back.

rolled 20 = 20

A legendary dragonslayer of ages past once commissioned the creation of artifacts out of each of his kills. The full list is lost, but among others, the full set was known to contain a dragon tooth crown and necklace, greaves of dragonbone, scale armor and shield, a tabbard and cloak out of dragon wing, two dragon eyes set in rings, and a sword who's blade was made of pure dragonfire.
For an unknown reason, his hatered an loathing of dragons was so large, he hunted all dragons, good, evil, those that hid, or those that terrorized the country side. A curse was laid upon the slayer, by a dragon god, or mage, it is unknown, but it was powerful none the less. When all the artifacts were donned, they permenantly transformed the bearer into a dragon. The slayer was so distraught by this that he killed himself, when it happened, doing what no draconian had yet been able to do.
That is distant history, however, and what was once a tool of vengeance and punishment is sought as a tool of life and potential immortality.
The collective artifacts are known most commonly as the 'Dragon's Clothes'.

Dissident: A strange sword, haphazardly made of scraps of junk metal. It is somehow more stable and balanced than it looks, and has an edge thinner than a razorblade.

Meatplow: A massive spike, covered in blood and gore that never washes off.

>>12808832
Rooks hat is seriously awesome. Imagining it as a castle makes it all the better.

It could be a dungeon crawl in itself when the players eventually think to try and go in it.

rolled 64 = 64

A slightly over-sized adamantine warhammer covered with engravings of locks, said to destroy any barrier in its path.
It is called "The Dwarven Key"

That sword was forever known as 'What now, Bitch'.

A Vorpal Kukri called the Testicleaver.

The Stilling Blade
This blade is a rather hefty oddity. It is large, cumbersome, and only barely able to be held in a single hand. However, as you enter melee range with an opponent, it's use becomes apparent. No thought need be used, and no energy need be lost to parry, riposte, or disarm your foe. While wielding the Stilling Blade, their weapon will be just as slow to move as it is. That is to say : Not at all.

The Deadfall Shield
This shield seems to be made from a boulder, it is round and brown, and fairly large all around. When a hand is in the strap on it's back, it is quite easy to move and functions as a regular shield.. however. When there is no hand holding the handle, it becomes as heavy as a real boulder. As such, it's wielder's often follow it's name by learning to position it over their opponent's heads.

This strange pair have been wielded together since time immemorial, although their natures suggest they were forged separately.
The shield is large and strange, its edge sharp and its face made up of many concentric rings, all edged with teeth. In battle, it takes in the wielders rage, and turns it into rotation, the teeth creating a whirring grinding circle of death, capable of tearing weapons from hands, limbs from bodies and life from foes.
The sword is almost the opposite of its friend, long, thin and almost blunt, its edge dull and notched. When attacking, the most it can do is a mild bludgeon, leaving a painful sting. Its true strength is in the parry and the riposte, and there, it is unmatched.

rolled 86 = 86

The Watching Stone had stood there as long as any could remember, and obelisk of grey with white lines striking through its otherwise boring facade. But that wasn't the focus of the event- at least, not yet.
The fight was fierce, with rain pouring down and lightning cracking the sky. His opponents axe swung down, splintering the weapon in his hands like tinderwood, pushing him back and back, towards The Watching Stone. Perhaps something saw him.
Lighting cracked down from the sky, a bolt of incandescent blue energy striking the stone, and stunning all those around. Slowly, almost ceremoniously, the stone fell in two. Within, huge and terrible, a spear of brilliant steel shone, standing straight and tall, still crackling with the lightning that had freed it from its entrapment. On its head, ancient and unknowable scrip told tales no living man could ever read, and the ornate engraving on its haft described beasts and land long fallen to dust. It has been waiting, and watching, oh so long, waiting for a hero worthy of wielding it. Now, it has chosen You.

The Sword of Storms
Forged from iron mined from the bottom of the sea with ancient magic, melted by called lightning and forged by the hammer of a mountain, cooled in the waves of a Tsunami. The blade is a mix of different hues of blue, all flowing together. When it moves, it sounds like water, whether a stream, rain or wave. When it strikes, it sounds like a thunderclap. When it kills, the very air rises up in a dark mix of celebration and mourning. It flows around any defence, and those it hits are struck with the force of a tidal wave and the power of a lightning bolt, their ears torn to shreds with peals of hideous thunder. If the user dies, then a watery grave awaits them, as the very ground sunders and the deep earth attempts to recall the sword to it- but, as yet, has proved unsuccessful. What entity waits deep beneath for the return of their blade remains to be seen...

rolled 65 = 65

The Well Used Sword
Once, it was just a sword. Just a simple tool, made of metal and leather, designed and intended for a single purpose- ending human lives.
And it was put to that use. Again, and again, and again. It changed hands as one owner fell, and another rose holding it, changed nations as one army overran another, and one king replaced the next. And still, it did its duty. Not once was it taken home, to wait, dormant, by the fire, or rest in an armoury. For century after century, this sword of war, within days of the last battle, found itself in the heart of another living soul.
So much war, so much battle, so much blood. The blade changed. A simple sword became... well, still a sword, but more deserving of the title Sword. More than just a tool for ending lives, it came to embody that very purpose. In a man's hand, it had no shining glow or magical fire. It simply gave him the only too he would ever need to fulfil its purpose- to end lives.
No matter how mighty the warrior or wise the wizard, great the leader or brave the hero, this sword would find their flesh, and cleave into it, and they would die. Because it is a Sword, and all it knows is its purpose. And its purpose, is to Kill.

I had a set of armour in my latest Oblivion playthrough that was basically this.

A fucking frozen bolt of lightning. In SWORD FORM.

The soul of a legendary wizard bound into a magical talisman.

A greatsword made out of a horn from some unspeakable nether-realm fire beastie or other.

Or how about a helm made of the crystallized skull of an ancient necromancer/lich?

The custom sigil stones are pretty fucking awesome.

rolled 25 = 25

One day, a cave man finds a piece of oak lying on the ground. He picks it up, admiring its iron-hard toughness. This caveman puts the branch to good

use, and his clan prospers. Soon the clan grows in prominence, the cave-man as its leader. Several generations down the line, the club has become the

symbol of power for the clan. Strapped with the teeth of their fallen prey, its imposing image strikes fear into all who would oppose them.
Thousands of years pass. This terrifying weapon gets passed from generation to generation. During the bronze age, the club gets a head, carved from

bronze and in the image of a ferocious mouth, signifying the teeth of all those that have been embedded in its terrifying length. It is never

mentioned in the history books, but wherever there is genocide, the club is not far behind.
The iron age comes, and swords become the weapon of choice. The club is forgotten, stolen by some savage barbarians, and out of the public eye for

millenia. Warfare becomes civilized, heavily armored troops form ranks with which to better defend themselves. However, the club does not sleep. One

day, a horde of barbarians numbering over ten thousand appears on a battlefield. Both sides watch in amusement as these semi-naked men wielding

nothing more than a club and an animal skin yell their rage at the better armed an armored combatants.
One man walks in front of the crowd, holding a savage looking spiked club. He holds it up for all to see. With a savage yell, he directs the men

"Kill!", to which they begin to surge forward. But as the club comes down, they are no longer men. Hideous, brutal teeth fill their mouths, as their

jaws distend to open large enough to bite a mans head. They become more animal than human, as they surge down on the well-trained, well-armored feast below them.

rolled 98 = 98

A short spear, slightly longer than a man's leg, so old that the 'wooden' shaft is petrified and stone-solid, though the ancient blessing worked into it prevents it from being broken. It is often found with superficial decorations on it far less old than the weapon itself, which may be one of the first mortal-made magic items. If it's millenia-old activation word can be rediscovered, the spear's power awakens, warding away demons and attracting environment-appropriate game animals for hundreds of miles around over the period of months and years, a subtle migration that could effect the entire world.
Even before this, the carrier may occasionally be struck with the odd urge to hunt for his own food, even if they have never done so before in their life.
Especially if they have never done so before in their life.

>>12801704
>A book of the character sheets of players (Like Kromgol's player) who have passed away. The book allows you to summon their characters for one last battle.

Artifact: Tome: Living Legends
Once per encounter, the user may roll to summon one notable hero of the past to combat for or alongside them. The higher the player rolls, the stronger the hero they are able to summon.
Note: the player is only able to summon heroes of his own alignment, i.e. chaotic neutral players may only call on chaotic neutral heroes.
Note: The list of legends also includes villains and other evil people/creatures.
Note: The summoned hero will summarily self-destruct in a method according to his element/nature once the encounter is complete and/or the hero believes his final service is done. A successful charisma/persuasion roll may allow the hero to remain for a short while longer.

rolled 25 = 25

The Hornets Sting is a blade worthy of mention. A cold greatspear, its head a dull shade of red, like dried blood, and its haft somewhat thinner than usual, although no less strong. It is said to have been taken in the primordial times of the world from a great and terrible beast, forged into a weapon in payment for some great task. Now, all are forgotten- beast and slayer, forger and wielder. Now all which remains is the blade. Passed down from warrior to warrior, death of one allowing it to fall into the hands of another. Its powers are vague, described in many different tales in many different ways and, perhaps, unique to each wielder. Or perhaps exaggerated by an overly imaginative bard. Whoever tells the tale, however, the blade finds itself a wielder worthy of its legacy. And, the tales of its most recent champion are fascinating indeed...

rolled 47 = 47

A one-sided dagger that casts Mending on anything the dull edge is run through.

An Iron Golem with a hollow interior the size of a human. Note that there is no control mechanism.

An intelligent shortsword with a dog's head pommel. It already counts as a +1 axiomatic shortsword, but whenever a pickpocket attempt is made on the carrier, it ruins it by growling. Whenever the sword itself is stolen, it begins Dancing, and attempts to place a Geas on the thief so as to prevent them from stealing.

An attachment to any musical instrument that allows a use of bardic music to be spent, along with a bardic music use, to deal (Perform Check Result-(20-character's level)) sonic damage. This effect appears as a jagged line of lightning of various colors.

A variety of ornithopters that run on the ambient magic of various celestial bodies. They are one-passenger only, and the higher end models can 'fold' themselves into ordinary cloaks. The speed and maneuverability is dependent on the phase or time of day.

A wand. If the user is an arcane spellcaster, they may use Prestidigitation at will.

A Greataxe that treats ones and twos as ones for the purpose of critical failures, but counts nineteens and twenties as twenties for the purposes of critical hits.

An adamantine longsword. It cuts through inanimate material effortlessly, but ignores flesh.

A twig. When broken, it releases a Tangle effect, centered on the twig 10foot radius.

Rod of Twisting. This item may be used to one damage to each ability score three times per day with a touch. The wielder gains 30 HP each time they do so. The victims of such an attack are subtly off, and the damage can only be healed through rest.

Sword that locks onto a particular foe and all damage it deals and takes (i.e from blocking a heavy blow) is dealt to that individual instead

rolled 8 = 8

A deck of cards. If they are shuffled incorrectly, they fly violently in all directions, causing each creature in a 20ft burst to suffer 1d6 attacks for 1d4+1 damage each.

A +2 Returning javelin, painted jet black. Once the trick is figured out, it may be thrown into any strong shadows within range, only to emerge from any shadow the thrower indicates and can see. Distance through shadows is not counted for total distance for the purposes of precision damage. It should be noted that the javelin takes a more direct route back to the thrower.

A dagger that, when drawn, casts an alter self effect of the wielder as he or she is now. Enemies may become rather worried at an enemy that shows no wounds.

A single glove, seemingly black velvet with silvery designs all over it. Anyone who wears it has a vastly increased ability to pick locks of all kinds. It can be removed, but not without tearing off quite a bit of skin.

Salesman's Sword - With every strike, the target must make a will save or suffer extra attacks.
"Strike now and you'll receive an extra 2d6 damage!"

Displacer Socks
Impish apprentices of bygone eras favoured this style of mischief to torment their masters. Once worn by an individual, then removed for more than an hour, the left sock with teleport once to a new nearby location. The location is 3d6 feet away, and in a direction determined by a d8 roll. A 1 is north, 2 is northeast, 3 is east, and so on around the 8 main compass points. This effect is will not repeat until the socks are worn again, and again left removed for an hour.

>>12802814
>>12802870
>ALLOFMYRAGE.jpg
A morphing weapon that may eventually become impossibly large and powerful according to the amount and focus of the weilder's RAGE.
Normal form is that of a small crushing weapon in low-tech, or something like a magnum in mid/high-tech.
The weapon will revert to this form once all rage is gone or character loses all focus.
Note: the weapon's greatest weakness is that, it may be destroyed/defeated/avoided by a level headed enemy. Low-tech, a very calm man of strong will may shatter the huge club coming at him by sheer force of will and calm. Higher-tech, the weapon becomes easier to predict.
Note: the user is never hindered by the weapon, no matter the size or actual/apparent mass.
Note: this weapon is FUELED BY RAGE< and as such will calm the user sa it is used. It has the ability of ALLOFMYRAGE, which will produce a literally impossible attack with literally impossible effects of varying degrees of improbability; immediatly after the attack, the user will be drained, and the weapon will revert.

This is, indeed, supposed to be the RAGE equivalent of SPIRAL ENERGY.

>Francis soultino
Stealing that one, captcha!

rolled 50 = 50

- Immovable Paste: as Immovable Rod, in semi-liquid state. Adheres to most surfaces, keeps that object from moving unless pushed/pulled/licked by a STR 55 or better. Yes, fifty-five. Ten uses to a canister; can not be made into a ranged projectile due to 2rd. onset time. Lasts for six months.

- Angry Chain: adheres a subject to a nearby object of equal mass or weight (whichever is closest, 20' range) and induces a rage-like effect (DC 20 Will to resist, lasts for 25-(WIS+INT bonuses) rounds. Chain can be used up to 3/day, once per target. Can be burst with a DC 28 STR check, re-connects after 1D4 rounds, can not be used for 12 hours afterwards.

- Flip Knife: targets struck by this +1 dagger are subject to a reverse gravity effect, as if targeted by a 20th level caster. Can lead to intriguing side effects if used outdoors. Knife dislodges upon impact; does not have the "Returning" property. You gotta go grab it yourself.

The Obituator, AKA "The-Sword-That-No-One-Wants" - 125,800 gp
This sword is large, perfectly weighted to be used as a weapon of mass-death on any battlefield; on one side is a strap, and on the other is an odd, floppy protuberance that is quite... phallic. This +3 greatsword is forged of a solid white steel and has many gems fitted onto its handguard. The strap on the one side can fit a viper of up to medium size. At night however, the other side animates, seeks out your wife or the closest woman you view as attractive and proceeds to fuck her. No one wants this sword. No one.

>>12809207
>> At night however, the other side animates, seeks out your wife or the closest woman you view as attractive and proceeds to fuck her. No one wants this sword. No one.

What if the woman I found attractive spurned me and I find the resulting assault both hot and hillarious?

Murder the parents of several small children.

Collect their tears.

Sepparate the trace minerals from the tears.

Forge a 12 ft long sword... or a rocketlauncher

>>12803074
>An ancient liche's bones, fused onto a gruesome set of plate mail.
Better yet, do a Kel'Thuzad and have it be a pact with a (un)living lich, who agreed to become the armor of his would-be slayer.
The upside for the wearer is the lich can still cast, and is a living history of methods of death and destruction.
The upside for the lich is that the soul of the wearer will be his if they die while he is on them, and that said travels will continue to empower the lich.
The phylactery is stored in a compartment in the helm, but if one wants to make a pact with the lich, they undergo a ritual which causes it to be infused into the wearer's heart, granting the lich greater strength to do his voodoo.
The lich armor may animate itself as a ghostly warrior, though this is expensive energy wise, or upon the body of a skeleton.
The lich is normally only able to communicate with the wearer psychically, or anyone else who wears the helm, but may focus it's thoughts and will upon others, or even dominate the wearer itself, using the energy of the wearers body to create a stable energy loop of control; this is what normally happens when the user makes the phylactery-pact.

rolled 28 = 28

>>12809234
THEN EVERYONE WINS

An ancient blade, covered in fungus, mould and all that shit. Alone, it is just a sword. The fungus attached to it, however, is not only extremely poisonous, it is infectious; cut your finger on this motherfucker, and you'll have to take off your entire arm or risk a slow and painful death, then an even more painful reanimation as the plant hijacks your nervous system.

>>12807314
>A whip made from the straightjackets of an infamous insane asylum. It shoots a random magical effect each time it's cracked, but it speaks in many insane voices.

[Cursed Straightjacket of the Jester]
Ability: Allows the wearer to be able to escape any confinement.
Also boosts dexterity, agility, and grants a feat in Acrobatics.

Too Much?

>A small boat made out of the wood of a tree where many murderers were hung. It moves on its own faster than any motorboat, but it takes only meat and blood (Not necessarily human) as its fuel.

Blood is it's usual fuel, but it consumes it at the same rate as gasoline, and in this case it gets whatever mileage the DM decides it gets.
Flesh chunks small enough to fit into the fuel tank opening act as NITRO.
Capturing a demon and using it as a source of infinite blood acts the same as leaded fuel, causing occasional engine problems, building up to a complete engine clog/failure.
Doing the same with an angel or other celestial being purifies the engine while producing an impossible boost of speed, turning it to normal, before subsequently clogging it.

rolled 78 = 78

>>12809384
>Capturing a demon and using it as a source of infinite blood acts the same as leaded fuel, causing occasional engine problems, building up to a complete engine clog/failure.

as I am trained as an auto-mechanic I should say that early engines needed leaded gas and were designed to run on it, it was used to prevent engine knock before the current series of lead free additives was produced.

so no clog...

>>12809384

The whip should disappear once you die, but nobody ever sees your body. Then you return at some point, out of fucking nowhere.

>>12809382
The blade of the dreaded Demon Lord Cordyceps.
Originally a minor nature spirit, a dark ritual in which a sorcerer bound and sacrificed him to the beings of hell for a few reagents of rare quality, this nature spirit became corrupt in servitude to his hellish masters, and eventually learned to absorb unto himself the dark properties of hell's flora, leading to his eventual rise to power.
The blade is a manifestation of his will to dominate, corrupt, and destroy.
The sorcerer's tower can be found now, as a place of death and brimstone, as strange and horrible fungi and moulds bring death and disease to all who are exposed.

>>12794106
Egyptian pharaos did that.

Hence why they all were gods on the battlefield, their stuff was just a weeeee bit bettah.

>>12809419
My bad, I'm no mechanic.
The point is that demon blood is a little 'too' corrupt, even for such an evil engine.
Suggested alternative explanation?

>>12809619
Angel blood of course. It's a clean burning fuel.

>>12809616
>meteor iron, an inferior form of iron
>stronger than bronze
>nope

A fey rhymer type character which has every piece of clothing enchanted to work as multi-definition wordplay, idioms, and puns would decree. Examples: belt can be arranged in cone around mouth to shout inhumanly loud, can be used to convey items. Gloves fit extremely well over any body-part of anyone. Owns many hats which allow one to temporarily take various roles. Socks can be put over fists to increase punching power. Pants cause others to see the wearer as a figure of authority. Tie can transform into constricting ropes. Boots allow magical ejection from a building. Etc. etc. Sort of like some kind of superhero. Probably a gnome. Pic only a little related.

hell yes this thread

This is a weapon I wanted to make that ended up ending the game we were playing.

We found a scroll written in whatever the hell language out of the Book of Vile Darkness is. Hurt you to read it, etc. And we took this scroll to an alchemist in town because we didn't know what it was. He did a lot of things trying to decipher it and make it less dangerous, and one of those things ended up transferring the words directly onto a sheet of glass.

It ended up being a prophecy of the end times of that world that if delivered to the wrong people would end the world and given to the right people would save it. I knew who the right people were and who the wrong people were, the problem was, the right people were dicks. So I thought fuck it, I'll just destroy this shit.

I quickly found out that the glass was indestructible, and in the process, the glass found some blood being spilled on it. The letters started glowing red with power and it didn't fade after the blood went away.

So, here I have an indestructible sheet of paper sized piece of glass, with glowing evil runes on it, and I'm being hunted by two huge organizations.

I decided that the best way to handle it was to go back where we found the scroll, and get a branch off the most corrupted tree i could find and make an axe out of the glass.

The DM ended the game before I could murder with the very essence of the apocalypse.
:(

>>12809681
Sounds like a peculiar Exalted.
What would undergarments do, then?

The Black Book of Secrets
Mindrapes the reader, even if they only have a parting glance at the pages.
Usually used as a weapon once an encounter, as the player shouts 'Look at this!' and hold the book open in front of her.
May also corrupt angels or other celestial beings.
Will normally cause demonic creatures become aroused and go on a raping rampage.
Has mixed results of demon-possessed humans.

The Little Black Book of Secrets
Usable as the perfect blackmail material, as the user may request of this item to show them the secrets of any person they know the name of.
Does not reveal anything that is not considered a secret by the target person/entity, so a completely brazen or innocent being is largely immune to it's effects.
If you only know the nickname or otherwise false name of the target entity, it will only reveal partial secrets, usually taking on the appearance of a classified document that has been mostly or partially blacked out.
This item also shows images, which may be censored according to the above condition.

>>12794104
http://www.cinoa.org/antiques/d/eskimo-hunting-club-made-from-the-penis-bone-of-an-arctic-walrus/489
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>>12809842
When wrinkled or rolled, panties cause great irritation in any they touch. maybe allow travel to underworld. Brassiere is fire-proof and causes any flaming object that it is wrapped around or that is placed inside of it to burn longer, brighter, and stronger. Reduces fire-resistance of wearer. This character is either female or a transvestite now. basically, wearer gets a whole fuckton of miscellaneous cantrips and small enchantments that add up to something very powerful.

>>12809958
I got one!
What about a Zoot Suit!?

>>12809971
Fuck, I don't know. Try thinking of zoot-themed puns or idioms or alternate definitions for the word "zoot". There aren't any.

Autobard:
This piece of headgear appears to be earmuffs made from a hard smooth substance which is neither metal nor hide nor cloth. When placed on your head the sounds of the world disappear. Whenever you begin to battle screeching sounds of some unholy beast fill the quiet void provided by the earmuffs which invigorate you, compelling you to feats of martial prowess you did not have before.

Black glove (needs a name)
A pair of black leather gloves, not to dissimilar from a pair of nobleman's riding gloves. When the gloves are worn and the wielder holds his hands as if grasping a slight gleam can be seen between the gloves. The gleam is a thin piece of metal which can be used to strangle a persons neck.

From the Book of Vile Darkness:

Angelwing Razor: This long, thin blade is not made from angels’ wings; rather, it was honed on them—on the wings of dead and captive celestials. This hideous process, conducted by the elf warlord Urgatil before going into battle against the gold dragon armies, sharpened the blade to an impossibly fine edge. Angelwing Razor is a +5 vorpal longsword that ignores damage reduction and hardness of any kind. It can even cut through a wall of force or similar effect.

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The following is partly NSFW due to textual content.

Despoiler of Flesh: This short staff is made of human
tongues sewn together end to end. These tongues are slightly animated, so the staff occasionally bends and curls of its own volition. Despoiler of Flesh has been in the possession of a particularly twisted and powerful nalfeshnee named Tapheon that lives in a place called the Fortress of Indifference. It has also been in the hands of a mortal despot named Multheasan, a human in love with his two daughters. Rather than force himself upon them, he used the Despoiler of Flesh to reshape captives and slaves into the likenesses of his daughters so that he might have his way with them instead.

>>12810164
The artifact allows the wielder to reshape the flesh of any creature, as with a polymorph other spell except that any shape that the wielder can imagine can be bestowed, whether a creature actually exists in that form or not. If a form is bestowed that is unwieldy or untenable, or that was created without careful forethought, the creature simply dies. For example, the wielder could change the form of a wolf into that of a human known to him. He could then (using the Despoiler of Flesh again) give that human purplish
black skin and tentacles for arms. If he attempted to also give the victim six spider legs and batlike wings large enough to carry him aloft, the form would simply collapse under its own weight into a pile of fleshy goo.
Victims may resist the effect of the artifact with a Fortitude save (DC 25). The wielder can make one change per round, with a victim getting a save to resist each change.

Turning a creature into an existing kind of creature (as
described in the polymorph other spell) counts as one
change. Systematically adding or removing body parts
counts as one change per addition or removal, unless multiple identical changes are made (such as removing both of an ogre’s hands or turning all of a dragon’s teeth into short, stubby toes).

Hammertime
Item: Utility hammer (claw or ball-peen hammer)
Appearance: a larger-than average utility hammer, like one that would be found in a craftman's workshop. No astounding features adorn this hammer, though it is found in a baggy silk pouch colored yellow and black, adorned with gold edging.
Ability: STOP!
When the target is hit with Hammertime, the target may be temporally frozen for 1d10 turns.

Razortime
Item: Sword/Scythe (your choice)
Appearance: (if scythe, metallic with clock adorning the end of the handle) A sword in the form of a clock hand. (i.e. Nox's blade from Wakfu)
Ability: Split Second
Temporally displace your attacks by striking a few moments before your foe reaches you, only for a sudden glowing blade to arrive a second later to catch in him unawares.

Grandfather
Item: Shield
Description: An enormous clock face in the style of a grandfather clock, with it's working gears sticking out of an opening along the equator. There is a large-ish hole in the front for Grandfather's winding key. Said key also hooks in the back to normally act as the shield's main handle.
Ability: Tick-Tock
When activated, Grandfather will cause time to slow for everyone and everything in it's field of effect. This does not effect the ability to think, but the trick lies in having more time to plan in battle, as well as having finer motor control as you are able to observe your own reactions.
Ability: Overwound
After spending a few turns turning Grandfather's key, Grandfather will forcibly self-destruct in a display of deadly shrapnel of gears and fine metal and glass shards; with the unpredictable side affect of a randomly generated field of temporal distortion.

>>12808901
>Dissident: A strange sword, haphazardly made of scraps of junk metal. It is somehow more stable and balanced than it looks, and has an edge thinner than a razorblade.
To expand on this idea:
"Don't be fooled, it may look like a heap of junk, but you'll never find a better blade in the mortal world.
Long ago, in some long-forgotten fiefdom beset by foes, the greatest blacksmith of the land was ordered to churn out weapons by the dozens and the hundreds to arm the defending troops. As the war raged on, he perfected his skills, until at last, as it drew to a close, and defeat drew ever nearer, he reached the pinnacle of mortal craft, and passed it, and kept going. Whatever it was that happened, it drove him into some blessed madness, in which he worked nonstop, stopping only to eat and drink and sleep the bare minimum required for survival. Each weapon he produced thereafter was greater than the last. And it was said that each one singlehandedly delayed the opposing army a week longer on its march towards victory."

>>12810261
Continued:
"When iron ore and coal ran out, and the other blacksmiths ceased production and waited for death, he toiled on, forging weapons seemingly from nothing, that looked merely like bits of junk cobbled together, but cut down their foes better than any mortal blade could ever hope to. This blade was his last completed work, and the finest of them all. It was said that he had just completed this blade as the opposing army broke down the walls and marched into the city, and was just laying down the plans for the next as soldiers broke into his workshop. This nameless blacksmith, despite never having received military training, was said to have cut a swath through the soldiers, raging at his work being disrupted. As to what happened next, the accounts vary. Some say he was eventually cut down, but that it cost the invading army an entire platoon to kill him. Others claim that as he fought, his wounds poured forth fire, until he was sublimed into a column of fire and vanished, leaving behind not even ashes.
In any case, no living soul ever saw him again, but the blade -- this thing -- was left behind as a testament to a man who reached beyond the realm of mortals and into that of gods."

This is cool because it references "plans" made for the next sword. Find these plans and make the sword: your new campaign.

>>12810261
>>12810267
[Urist McIronstout] has entered a fey mood!

An ornithopter made of angel feathers.

Produces harmless crash-landings and cushioned falls, as well as gliding for much longer and higher than normally possible.

rolled 6 = 6

bamp

Thread has derailed slightly, gettin it back on topic.

Mining pick made of the iron, ashes and bones of a broken man, marinated in the tears of his loving wife. The wielder of the pick will lose all spirit and hope, becoming entirely complacent and a willing, spiritless slave. Whomever the pick draws blood from, will suffer from the black lung for no determinate reason, coal dust appearing in the autopsy when the victim had never ventured near a mine.

An "object" made out of John Henry's hammers, Paul Bunyan's Axe, and with Pecos Bill's lasso covering the hammer. Makes the wielder the best there is at wherever the wielder's skills lie ,and morphs into a form suitable thereof.

>>12801704
>Dead PC summoning book

STOLEN FOR MY NEXT GAME

>>12811594
Mining pick made from two stick punched from the mightiest tree and three iron dug from the hellish depths, refined with the darkest of coals.

The wielder of this pick will lose all outward spirit and hope, driven to build mad structures beyond the understanding of any outsider.

Whomever this pick strikes is knocked away with an unearthly noise, wearing away at the very substance of the pick even more roughly then stone. When a killing blow is struck the body crumbles into dust, leaving behind a unusual object to be incorporated into the mad work of The Builder.

Devotion: A small, simple locket once owned by a conscripted soldier of a long forgotten kingdom, this locket can be found only by one far away from his/her object of devotion. Originally containing a skillfully drawn picture of the girl the ancient soldier had sworn to wed on his return, the picture is now old and faded, and only allows the player a brief look before crumbling into dust and blowing away . However, the polished and ever clean steel of the locket's inside will show the player their object of devotion, and the user will always be aware of the objects' location, as well as the general direction of how to return to it.

Reverse this shit a touch.

Condom(s). Made from the shield of Ajax. She'll never get pregnant, you'll never get an STD, and someone can stand behind you and shoot arrows at the Greeks.

Had the idea of a savage feral race of albino humanoids in the northlands, faces contorted in such a way as to appear rather ghoulish - like a Tzimisce vampire. They'd take the usual motifs you expect of the noble savage and take out the noble part of it. Bones, hide, fur, flesh predominating in their weaponry and equipment, especially bone.

That's not really unique but I liked the idea of some cannibalistic savage fucker with lamellar/scale bone armor, some Yeti-thing's skull as a helmet, with flayed human hide for a buff leather coat.

>>12794106
>>12794135

I think the very earliest iron stuff was almost always made out of meteoric iron, since they didn't know or couldn't yet dig it up yet.

>>12810040
>Autobard
When I first read that name I thought it was going to be a play on autotune, but headphones that blast heavy metal to get you pumped for battle are pretty good too!

>>12810022
How about the Zoot Shoot? It's a zoot suit that has several pockets of "hammerspace" that, when the owner is in danger, reveal tommy gun barrels which start firing until the target dies.

>>12813782
That gives me an idea: WENDIGO HAT! IT eats people and spews out ice magic.

Hell, we could fill this whole thread up with items made from Cryptid parts. So let us do that, shall we elegan/tg/entlemen.

Rot
In the feywild, a necromancer had finally been caught for his heinous crimes, and although deserving, he was not slain outright. Tortured for twelve days without food, water or rest, the necromancer was kept alive through it all with the aid of healing magics. At the very end of it all, with a sack over his head, he was lead to a swamp. Forcing his head under the murky, insect-egg laden, slimy sluice, he was raised for a breath every minute, with the promise of freedom if he could last an hour. Through sheer force of twisted will, the necromancer survived an hour of the horrible drowning, though his captor was infuriated. In a fit of rage, the captor drove his longsword through the back of the necromancer's head, pinning him to that putrid bank. Centuries past, and the tortured, crazed soul came to inhabit the blade, though all it could recall was it's final end.

The sword speaks as if one is quite sick, as if one is speaking with a lungful of mucus and expectoration. The blade is dripping a sickly-sweet smelling putre'. The sword only seeks to infect those it strikes, and nothing more.

Will infect a large water/food supply if left submersed/buried for an evening.
Upon first strike will deal an extra 12 damage, and will continuously deliver 5 damage each round, with a difficult Con save. Leads to actual, non magical infections.
If left in the same place, will turn an area the size of a farm into a bog/marsh in two years time.