Earworms are pernicious parasites. Psionic in nature, many a mage has suggested that they originate in the aether, having been brought to the mortal realm through a tear in the veil. Earworms are short, fat worms that glisten like oil when light shines upon them. When agitated or attacked, they let out a psionic scream that manifests itself in the minds of those around it as a catchy tune that simply cannot be gotten rid of. This tune can distract its victims for days before it leaves the mind, and this is precisely why some nefarious men intentionally seek out and use Earworms. Unfortunately for them, once you’ve used an agitated
Minotaur are cursed creatures, born out of divine spite. Very rarely do the minotaur produce a stable line of descendents, and so most of these abominations found in the world were individually cursed by the gods. Perhaps they had angered the gods in some fashion, or erred in their worship, or their hubris may have been their downfall, and they were transformed into minotaurs. Other times, they are entirely innocent, and their parents were cursed by the gods to give birth to such a creature. Whatever their pitiful origins may be, they truly are monstrous creatures. While they bear the head of a herbivorous bull, they crave the flesh of humans.
They say that an army marches on its stomach, and that society is only three meals away from collapse. Perhaps one could put these idioms to the test. With the Scales of Famine, anyone cruel enough can wither away crops, cause meat to rot where it sits, and spread decay amongst a civilisations food sources. These Scales herald only death and misery wherever they go, and anyone who is found to hold one, or even suspected of it, is soon strung up by an angry mob. None truly know the origin of the Scales. Folklore claims it comes from the personification of Famine itself, and there is good reason for this
Pests are horrid things that civilisation seemingly cannot get rid off, but luckily they are more afraid of us than we are disgusted by them. Rarely, and particularly when a supernatural element is involved, do these pests come together to form swarms. Individually a pest is an annoyance, but a swarm can become a deadly menace if not eradicated immediately. Regardless of your preferred choice of vermin, destroying a swarm is far difficult than killing one pitiful animal. Swarms seem to split apart and multiply before your very eyes, and you can never be sure how many you are fighting until you are completely surrounded. Not that simply killing the pests
Said to belong to the God of War himself, this enormous two-handed blade is a reckoning on the battlefield. It requires a skilled swordsman to wield the heavy blade properly, but once he does, he becomes nearly unstoppable. The Sword seems to have a mind of its own, knowing where and when to strike, how to parry, and for how long to extend a duel. Those who have been blessed and cursed to wield it were invincible. But the Sword’s essence craves death. It cannot be sheathed without taking with it someone’s soul. To accomplish this, the Sword can enflame its bearer’s anger and stoke his bloodlust until he becomes a