The Vorpal Sword was created to slay the greatest of all beasts. According to the scant legends we have of its creation, it succeeded in its task, but what this king of monsters were, we cannot tell. Only the Sword’s name survived through the ages, not its foe’s. After its nameless wielder died, the Sword was stolen from his tomb and lost to the pages of history, popping up only in local tall tales of a glamorous blade that can kill anything it touches. No one truly knows if this is the real Vorpal Sword, but it is a magnifent blade. The Sword is most definitely enchanted, but by what and

The heart may be the font of love, but the brain and mind is the seat of knowledge, wisdom, and otherworldy power. It is no surprise then that, after a mage has shuffled off his mortal coil, that his cap retains a vestige of that power, being so intimately near the mind. Every successive wizard who dons the hat simply adds to its power, until it becomes a magician in its own right. At that point, the cap can lend its power, knowledge and wisdom to new mages, whispering into their minds what they ought to do and shielding them from the harm that comes with playing with magic. But with

Bandits are the carrion creatures of humanity; the vultures, the hyenas, the crows. They live just at the fringes of the civilised world, just beyond the reach of authority, yet near enough to peck away at civilisation. They target the poor, the weak, the young, the old, the weary, and the vulnerable. They are, by their very nature, cowards and bullies. They eke out a living by being parasites on those that better than they are, whether financially better off or with greater dignity and moral compass. Yet, as pathetic as a Bandit may be, he is still a force to be reckoned with; for, as with all bullies and cowards,

Even before his death and beatification, St Lambert was a famously pious and devoted friar. Working miracles for the poor and needy, St Lambert travelled wherever the divine sent him, no matter how dangerous the path ahead was. He walked through war zones, monster lairs, plague fields and wastelands, yet nothing ever left a scratch on him. He piety had been rewarded with divine protection. His faith truly was his shield, and when he passed peacefully at long last, his saintly relics inherited his gifts. His ring was the first relic stolen from the holy reliquary, and yet this crime has resulted in much good being done in the world. Protecting