Anatomy of Partnership

This sketchbook is half-filled with disturbingly accurate anatomical studies of various people, the copper plates that cover it etched with a pleasingly abstract rendering of a human heart.

I verified the prior owners claim by personal demonstration of the seller; anyone who details a loved one with their own hand in this book creates a link between the artist and the subject, such that ailments and injuries upon the subject are rendered upon the artist and the illustration alike instead of the subject. Erasing an illustration reportedly severs the link but reportedly kills the subject immediately; the seller was unwilling to prove this point.

Bonfire of Opulence

This painting of a wealthy person framed in porcelain flame depicts them looking on as a pile of visible wealth burns, as Pentolan Spirons do every seventeen years, a ritualized rejection of the wealth they continue to possess.

I verified the seller’s claim; the owner of this painting can push any item they own into the painting, slowly rendering it into the painting. The owner can later pull a copy of any item they placed in the painting, but it crumbles into ash at the next moon zenith. It is important that the item be given or sold; theft reportedly does not confer ownership.

Flakehearth

This beautifully abstract rendering of a burning snowflake features a sliver of pale blue diamond set into the center of the thick parchment, forming the snowflake itself.

When the Cold Front came through the city I was finally able to properly confirm the claim attatched to this work at auction; when unfurled, everyone nearby finds even the coldest day easy to endure, though their eyes slowly take on the color of the diamond. In my experimentation, this effect fades after about an hour. Useful perhaps for anyone travelling to colder climes, especially those trekking far hubward.

Fortunate Foundling

This charcoal drawing of a child wearing fabulous (if stereotypically Pentolan) clothes and draped with jewels is sketched on a thin sheet of ironoak. Dangling from one corner, a handful of tiny iron charms dangling from copper chains, three missing.

I was able to verify this work only by use of a Truthing dweomer on the seller’s witness. When one of the attached charms is removed and fed to someone younger than the owner, the child miraculously comes into wealth and luck at every turn; however, equal misfortune befalls the owner.

Friendflame

This inked illustration of three friends dancing around a fire is pinned to a wafer thin sheet of Pentolan marble polished to a mirror shine.

I validated this work via meticulous experimentation and documentation. When three or more people join hands and dance around a flame in the presence of this illustration, they are imbued with the dance of the flames commensurate to their magnitude until the fire dies. If purchased, this item will include my analysis of the foolish soft art this work engenders in participants. It is fascinating, if utterly obscene.

Ink of Youth

This children’s sketchbook features named stick figures of various people in a dozen different hands. The cover is marked with a surprisingly ornate rune, almost beautiful, though reading it makes one’s eyes droop.

Purchased at auction and verified, anyone who draws a stick figure in this book and signs it with their name will regain as many years of youth as they draw lines for their figure. Drawing a second figure, however, reverses the effects threefold. The experiment subject was recompensed accordingly.

Ashstorm Vase

This tall, thin porcelain vase is decorated with an almost pleasantly abstract rendering of a pyroclastic flow; its neck is wrapped with a silk ribbon from which dangles a ring of polished ironoak.

As demonstrated by the enlightened donar, any cut stem placed in this vase grows as if properly grafted and grown in the most fertile volcanic soil, never wilting.

Firecracked Chamber Pot

This old, cracked chamber pot is made of pale pink porcelain and repaired with bronze to fill cracks like licking flames. Firelight in the presence of this pot dims and flickers, making the area pleasantly dark.

This work was verified only by extensive use of the Truthing dweomer. For every year that this chamber pot is used daily an additional crack filled with bronze slowly grows. Whoever used the pot at least daily during that year finds themself inured against any illnesses or poisons consumed. Only a Pentolan would author such an obscene work.

Magmatic Drake Cup

This simple earthenware cup is a perfectly shaped cylinder, as wide as it is tall, marred only by the Pentolan obsession with imagery, in this case depicting a bonedrake with molten stone (stylized with tiny rubies) dripping from its bony plates.

I had the donar validate their claim and then independently validated it myself with a mercenary drakerider; anyone who drinks from this cup feels intensely warm, sweating despite even the coolest night breeze. Any drake bonded with the drinker shares the effect amplified to the point their bony plates sear a fresh egg instantly. This does not seem to harm the drake in any noticeable way.

Moonhoard Mug

This brilliant blue mug is beset with scores of tiny gems in a fractal depiction of riches raining from a pearl moon; the surface of the glazed and fired clay is polished to a mirror sheen.

The seller proved the veracity of the claimed effect of this work by way of incorrigibly rude demonstration. When drinking from this cup, all observers find themselves impressed by the drinker’s good taste and bearing, making them the most interesting and laudable person in the room. The seller reported that the drinker is similarly overcome with feelings of self satisfaction and a desire for more, more, more accolades; this was confirmed via the Truthing dweomer.

Rich Rooster Dish

This wide plate is slightly convex, featuring an inlaid silver rooster pecking at polished copper card money. Picking it up always causes a distant crowing call to be heard.

I verified the claim attached to this work at auction with a common chicken and paid an itinerant Thousand Princelings' merchant to test with one of their horses; when used to feed a creature, that creature’s plumage or fur slowly turns into precious metals which can be plucked or sheared.

Stonethought Kettle

This kettle is crafted of Pentolan marble and features surprisingly abstract opaline scrollwork depicting insect-like creatures beneath a copse of massive angular trees carved into the kettle itself.

I was able to discover via experimentation after consulting and thinking on the Great Treatises that drinking any tea from this kettle causes a curious change in the perception of time; a single sip turns seconds into minutes, though the drinker cannot move any faster during their sip.

Burning Matron

This bust of a Pentolan matron with flames for hair is vividly lifelike, down to every wrinkle in her serenely thoughtful face. Her eyes, looking upward, are made of porcelain, and what appears to be dried blood has trickled from her ears.

The artisan was able to demonstrate that thinking while looking into a fire while touching this bust causes the flames themselves to visualize your thoughts, a flickering panorama.

Dawnguardian

This stone toy soldier fits in the hand and features a spearwoman holding her own helmeted head under her arm, her spearblade bright with polished iron. In every crease, pale red mold seeps like fungal blood.

Astonishingly, I confirmed that the bearer of this tiny statue can scrape up a modicum of the mold, prick their finger on the spear, and mix the two together to ingest; after doing so, the statue grows to the same size as them and takes orders until the sun rises again. Obviously, this borders on heresy; though as the work itself was authored and only performs as directed, it is less heretical than the authorless works authorlessly working common in this city.

Lover’s Feast

This lifelike bronze statue depicts lovers feading each other chunks of bread dripping honey, their limbs entwined. Their lips are stained red with dried blood.

I was able to verify the seller’s claim that any food eaten in the presence of these statues without a loved one robs the food of all taste; even the “simplest” fare is delectable if shared with a friend or partner. Experiments showed that this sentimentality is, indeed, critical; though of course, Pentolan cuisine is needlessly over-handled.

Moonflame Pillar

This bronze statue of a pillaring flame is set into an octagonal plinth of Pentolan marble, lavendar shot through with pale green veins.

I confirmed the attestation of the seller; in the presence of this statue, even the dimmest conditions are navigable as if brightly lit, though in moonlight only surfaces illuminated by that celestial body are visible at all.

Moonkissed Pond

This diorama of a marble moon suspended over a pond of saphhire is pleasantly abstract, not bothering to mimic “proper” proportions; the surface of the moon is polished somehow to feel like velvet. Beneath the flat surface of the pond, a dozen tiny precious stones.

Any stone placed on the pond’s surface sinks slowly in moonlight, shrinking to a tenth its size. Retrieval of the gems does not seem possible without breaking the moon, based on my research.

Sea Eagle’s Fury

This marble statue features a sea eagle rising from the waves, its eyes inlaid with bronze flames, its talons blood stained.

Purchased from a falconer, we verified that, when kept in an aviary for at least nine sunrises, the birds who roost near this statue can burst into flame on the command of whoever’s blood last splashed on the eagle’s talons.

Drakerider’s Bloodaxes

This card-sized oak tablet features a pair of crossed porcelain battle axes in the style often carried by Pentolan drakeriders, their blades stained with dried blood.

Purchased from an unfortunate gladiator’s auction after seeing it in use and verified again after. Smearing one’s own blood onto the blade of either axe allows the bearer to pull it free from the tablet, upon which they grow to full size and cleave through anything but iron with ease. They shrink again when the blood covering them dries.

Hoardeater Tablet

This clay tablet is shaped like a cackling merchant in eerily lifelike detail, gazing at a hoard of gold and silver playing cards falling through their fingers. In their yawning mouth grows a mold like dried blood.

Horrifyingly, when this tablet is hung in a room, everyone who can see it feels a growing desire to count their material wealth. We verified the claim of the prior owner that scraping the mold and mixing it into a tea allows the drinker to eat precious objects, staving off illness and aging for a time correlating to the perceived value of the objects eaten.

Slowplay Tablet

This Pentolan marble tablet features parents embracing while they watch small children race around a garden; the faces of the children are marred, replaced with a rune.

A few weeks of experimentation finally revealed that any room this tablet has been displayed in for a moonrise makes everyone in it move frustratingly slow, at no more than half their normal speed for even the simplest actions.

Stormfruit Etching

This copper plate is etched with an almost pleasantly interpretive scene of lightning striking a willow tree growing strange fruit. Where the lightning blasts the tree, tiny slivers of iron have been carefully inserted; picking it up always causes an uncomfortable shock.

I verified the claim attached to this tablet at auction: that any tree this tablet is nailed to will be struck by lightning whenever a storm blows through; if it survives the blast, the fruit from the etching grow from its branches. When eaten, they taste of ozone and the consumer’s breath is filled with lightning that crackles between their teeth. A refreshingly enlightened (for a Pentolan artisan) work.

War Councillors

This willow-woven tablet secures a bas relief of warriors in the Pentolan panoply huddled around a dirt map, conversing and holding their weapons. In flickering light, it hums softly, like a distant conversation barely heard.

Sold by a retired mercenary captain, I confirmed that plans made in the presence of this tablet come together with ease, participants able to cut through language barriers and see second and third order effects of any proposition.

Wintermarket

This silver tablet is small enough to hold in one hand and inlaid with aquamarine and topaz, depicting a bustling snow-blanketed market with dozens of people trading and conversing. The entire thing is lined with iridescent opaline scrollwork of tiling snowflakes.

The artisan’s claim for this work took frustratingly long to prove: when the bearer of this tablet’s breath frosts in the air, they find that haggling comes easy to them, as does accurate appraisal for any goods being sold. Anyone attempting to mislead the bearer finds their lips blue visibly while doing so. Not very useful, given that such a climate is only seen for a few days a year in our homeland.

Anchor’s Apron

This sturdy linen apron has an anchor sewn into the front, the heart of which is a cluster of small cracked lapis lazuli. No matter how long it is left to dry, it’s always a little damp when worn.

This work was confiscated from a pair of thieves caught attempting to leave our grounds with sundry common goods; when worn, everyone working around the wearer feels their steps are light, effortless, regardless of how much they carry or long they work. The thieves have since become students in our weekly courses and seek enlightenment earnestly, if clumsily.

Fealty Feast Bib

This thick linen bib is luxuriously lined with polished iron strips, an unbelievable expenditure of wealth on a near-useless item.

This work was donated with simple notes which required rather intensive experimentation to verify: anyone who eats beside the bib-wearer tastes only copper, all things rendered to taste like blood unless they deign to kiss the bib, further polishing the iron. Anyone who does so instead finds every morsel delectable, perfect to their taste regardless of actual composition. Another mostly pointless Pentolan work obviated by gardening according to The Great Treatises.

Moonscream Cloak

This pale yellow cloak is marred by a screaming mask of silver thread, the agape mouth holding a small iron moon upon its tongue. Picking it up always induces a spasming chill.

Purchased at auction, the notes for this work covered only its primary effect, which I verified: when the wearer screams while the moon is overhead they become the source of an eldritch blast that escapes their lips in a shattering wave; unfortunately, I also discovered that until the next moonrise, they can hear nothing but their own echoing scream.

Moonstorm Cloak

This thick woolen cloak is shaded even in direct sunlight, featuring storm bolts and a small iron moon between the shoulders. In moonlight, the bolts glow fiercely.

Sold by an agent of Spire Basilisco in exchange for access to a copy of a treatise on liquor by a Gascon “scholar,” verified via demonstration: the bearer can, while in direct moonlight, grab a bolt from the cloak and fling it, striking the target with lightning.

Dress of Fruitful Graces

This short daffodil-yellow linen dress features an espaliered persimmon tree, its fruits embroidered with golden threads.

A personal gift from a Pentolan artisan seeking enlightenment, I verified the effects with the artisan present: anyone who makes eye contact with the wearer covets their attention and good will, drawn towards them; if the wearer plucks a persimmon from the dress and hands it over, the receiver becomes immune to this effect so long as they carry the persimmon.

Seizeflame Dress

This long dress is made of violet linen without pattern or embellishment except for the a small porcelain badge of igniting flame sewn over the heart.

Donated during a charity gala, this work’s effect was verified prior to donation: when worn it ripples and undulates away from the porcelain badge like flames licking outward; the wearer can reach out and pull flame into the dress, surrounding themself with fire that burns everything else.

Artisan’s Aid Gloves

This pair of golden drakeleather gloves is studded with ironoak shaped like Pentolan card money, each face card carefully inlaid with tiny iron charms.

This work was donated to an elderly gardener in our complex by a local artisan; the gardener turned them over to me in accordance with The Great Treatises for analysis. While worn, the wearer’s hands are as youthful and spry as when they were teenagers, all aches and stiffness held off until the gloves are removed. After the effects were confirmed, the gardener declined to retake possession of the gloves, preferring to work in sacred harmony as is correct.

Moonkiss Handkerchief

This richly black handkerchief features a field of ironoak stars sewn around a silver-threaded rune shaped like the moon.

Acquired from the auction of a would be drakerider who failed her exam, this work’s reported effects were verified with simple experimentation: while worn, if the moon is facing outward under moonlight, the wearer heals from any new injuries with astonishing speed; if the wearer steps out of the moonlight before the moon fully sets, the wounds reopen just as quickly.

Gemspire Hat

This tall conical hat is made of stiffened mint-green drakeleather, pleasantly tooled with geometric patterns of rings and lines. Set into each ring is a small precious stone–mostly diamonds, sapphires, and emeralds.

The artisan of this work sold it to us when their patron defaulted on payment and was willing to describe and demonstrate it in detail. While worn, the wearer cannot help but be noticed by anyone and everyone; merely looking at the hat in passing captures the attention to a degree that requires an onlooker to consciously wrestle their gaze away. The interview with the artisan is, of course, included in my larger corpus of analysis, but I am happy to include a copy of it with purchase.

Saffron Safety Jacket

This frivolously thin linen jacket is sewn with iron studs in the shape of saffron stems, slightly rusty. It smells strongly of the depicted herb.

Donated by a penitent seeking enlightenment and confirmed via minimal experimentation with a willing local participant. While worn, the wearer finds themself extremely clear minded, regardless of their physical condition or alchemical impairment; this clarity does not extend to control over their body’s functions.

Ashdawn Vineyard Sash

This bleached linen sash is embroidered with a prodigious vineyard growing from ash-thick earth, the grapes made of tiny amethysts. The ends of the the sash feature small bronze plates with violet silk tassles.

Sold by the aunt of the artisan who made it after he failed to return from the Catacombs, I was able to verify the claimed effect via experimentation: if this sash is wrapped around flora planted in ash and left where it will get sunlight, the plant will grow as if a week has passed for each sunrise. Every dawn another amethyst grape vanishes. Dozens of grapes remain.

Shipflame Sash

This azure sash features a nine burning ships embroidered with thin iron wire, two of them partially rusted. Three more rusty effigies of ships dot the sash.

Donated by a captain seeking enlightenment and a life off the waves, verified by way of Truthing dweomer: if the wearer touches a ship and then a flammable object, the object bursts into intense flame and rust crawls over the ship’s wire. Each ship may be used three times before it rusts to nothing.

Trueflame’s Sight Sash

This gold-and-violet sash is pleasingly patterned like an abstraction of roiling flame, though it is marred by a dozen tiny iron eyes sewn chaotically into it.

This donated work’s effect could not be directly confirmed due to its nature though the donar testified as to its effect as described to them; I was unfortunately unable to track down the original artisan. The wearer of this sash can pluck one of the iron eyes from this sash and press it into their own eye socket, filling it with flame that burns away all falsehood and deceit from their view.

Anger’s Likeness Shawl

This scorched linen shawl is embroidered with colorful silk faces, placid and near-featureless.

Purchased from a Gondolieri who was willing to verify the claimed effect via Truthing dweomer: while worn, the anger of everyone nearby is reflected in the faces of the shawl, taking their likeness and changing their expression to display their frustration or fury.

Ashsecret Shawl

This ash-gray shawl’s fringes wave and flicker like living fire, warm to the touch.

Donated by a convert in the Farewell Ward, I was able to verify the claims donar (who is also the artisanal author). Anything hidden inside the shawl while worn shrinks to be nearly weightless and undetectable, regardless of how bulky it is so long as it can be properly covered by the shawl. My interview notes from the investigation are available on request at no extra cost.

Sun’s Knowing Tunic

This long silk shirt is dyed a brilliant pink and features a pair of lovers watching the break of dawn, the sun’s rays sewn on as polished bronze plates.

Gifted by a Pentolan ambassador, this work’s effects were confirmed to my satisfaction: worn in sunlight, this tunic enables the wearer and their partner to share thoughts instantaneously, but prevents the wearer from speaking aloud.

Infernal Arrow Socks

This pair of silken sunset-orange knee-high socks features opaline arrows swirling like flames across the top of the foot.

Purchased at gladiator’s auction in which the work’s effects were demonstrated, though not replicated for safety reasons. While worn openly, these socks protect the wearer from projectiles, burning them to ash in brilliant explosions as they approach; if the opaline arrows are covered, the projectiles instead superheat and strike unerringly.

Timeburning Socks

This pair of long ash-washed lace socks has beads of golden flame fringing it, surprisingly damp.

Donated in gratitude for medical services rendered, the donar confirmed the work’s effect via Truthing dweomer: while worn, these socks burn away the advances of time, slowing it to a crawl. For every year they are worn, another golden bead disintegrates.

Burning Bonedance Tunic

This thick black drakeleather tunic has been set with silver skeletons leaping and dancing through golden flames across the tunic’s front. While worn, nearby flames dance with excitement.

Purchased at auction after seeing it used in a gladiatorial exhibition, the trigger confirmed by the previous owner via Truthing dweomer. Anyone whose blood is splashed or smeared on one of the tunic’s skeletons while it worn is overwhelmed by excruciating pain as their marrow heats rapidly; if they do not flee beyond the wearer’s sight, they will be fully engulfed in flame after a minute.

Mintpluck Tunic

This rich green linen tunic is embroidered with a massive golden peppermint, the flowers made of threaded silver. It fills the air with the same smell, always fresh.

Donated anonymously and without any notes, the work’s effect was discovered via meticulous experimentation over several months: when the wearer plucks a leaf from a cultivar, the leaf they pull free is thrice as large as it seemed when they grabbed hold.

Red Rage Tunic

This pale pink linen tunic features a crimson-glazed figure of a furious Pentolan drakerider in full panoply, spear raised. The hem is lined with thin opaline panels, each carved with a word like “sacrifice”, “glory”, and “perseverance”.

Purchased at auction after the Dawndrake Race, verified by the previous owner via the Truthing dweomer. While worn, the wearer can channel the rage of the depicted drakerider, all aggression coming easy and fast, though they become single-mindedly focused on conflict and victory until they drop from exhaustion or the tunic is removed by someone else.

Spearmother’s Tunic

This deep green tunic depicts an elderly woman turning ash poles into spears, embroidered onto the chest in bronze wire.

A gift from the Spearspiron to show goodwill and demonstrated on gifting: while worn, any stave held by the wearer grows an eldritch leaf-bladed head, blunt until the wearer’s blood touches it; until they let go of the stave, the blade can cut through anything, even dweomers.

Waverunner Vest

This thin vest is made of supple aquamarine drakeleather, tooled with small golden ships skittering across waves tooled into it.

Donated by a mariner seeking enlightenment and confirmed via experimentation: the wearer finds that they can run quickly enough to race across water for short distances, so long as their feet are wet with that water first.

Held Hands Wrap

This silken lavendar wrap features dozens of small hands entwined around a wand of holly, each made of ironoak. Between the fingers, a pale green mold slowly grows.

Purchased from a widower and confirmed via the Truthing dweomer: while worn, any matrix the wearer holds can be used by a loved one, so long as they entwine their fingers with the wearer. Any dweomer cast through the matrix is twice as powerful if cast this way. An astonishingly narrowly authored work unfortunately rife with base Pentolan sentimentality.

Heart’s Memory Anklet

This anklet is merely made of rosemary with the petals gilded silver, the stems gold. The clasp is a pair of bronze hands reaching out for one another.

Donated by an elderly man with wet eyes, I confirmed the claims about the work’s effect to my satisfaction: the wearer is incapable of turning their thoughts far from loved ones, memories rising unbidden at all times. When attempting to recall a particular memory, it comes vibrantly and fully, clear as if it was moments ago.

Moonstep Anklet

This gold anklet is set with tiny iron charms in the beautifully abstract form of a clouded moon.

Recovered from a heretic murderer, I confirmed the witnessed effect to court satisfaction and kept it for additional analysis. Anyone the wearer’s foot rests on in direct moonlight is weakened enormously, unable to do more than breathe. For a minute after they are out of direct moonlight, they are instead as hale and hearty as they have ever been.

Skyswimmer Anklet

This anklet is made of a bronze arrowhead marked with a bespiked rune and threaded with thin twisted iron wire.

Donated anonymously, I discovered and documented this work’s effects via extensive and somewhat fortunate experimentation. Beasts of the air seem to hate and fear the wearer, fleeing or attacking them nigh universally. If the wearer’s blood touches the rune, they find the air becomes thick as water for them, though they breathe without difficulty. This lasts until their blood dries.

Desire’s Bloom

This thin chain is made of alternating links of gold and silver and features a bloody daffodil wrought from rose gold.

A gift from a merchant seeking enlightenment, the effect confirmed via the Truthing dweomer. When worn around the waist, the daffodil blooms and shrinks in accordance with the covetous nature of the people nearby. If the daffodil blooms fully, the wearer knows the specifics of everyone’s covetous thoughts.

Uncanny Chain

This delicate porcelain chain wraps around the waist and carries disc of bronze inlaid with opaline scrollwork of duelling warriors.

Purchased at a gladiator auction, I discovered this work’s effects and confirmed them via exhaustive experimentation: when the wearer touches the disc, they can focus on a single opponent and know their next move a split second before it begins.

Marblefalcon Bracelet

This thick tin bracelet is etched with a screaming Pentolan falcon, its gaping beak made of cracked Pentolan marble; held aloft, shadows nearby flicker as if something races across them.

Donated by a Spire Basilisco agent who demonstrated its effect on request. When the wearer of this bracelet taps it against stone the depicted falcon’s beak cracks thunderously and the bird tears itself free of the tapped stone, taking flight and obeying the wearer as if trained. After an hour, the stone falcon collapses lifelessly.

Moonmirror Bracelet

This yellow silk bracelet holds a plain circle of bronze; on the reverse, a furry violet mold grows, rubbing off easily. The face is dull, reflecting nothing except in moonlight, when everything is reflected like a perfect mirror.

Purchased without notes at auction, I discovered this work’s effect quite on accident and confirmed it meticulously. Any time something stained with the mold from this bracelet is reflected on the bracelet’s face it triples in size and stays that way until touched by sunlight.

Urchin’s Reminder

This kelp bracelet is beaded with irregularly round and dimpled carvings of ironoak; it is always damp against the skin.

Donated by a mercenary captain seeking enlightenment, this work’s effects were confirmed via the Truthing dweomer. Whenever the wearer’s anger threatens to overwhelm them, spines erupt from the dimpled beads, clearing their mind and drawing a trickle of blood.

Cobbler’s Foe

This bronze brooch is engraved with a pair of sandals, their straps broken and trailing. They hum excitedly when not in motion.

Donated by a drakerider seeking enlightenment who claimed to have no use for it, I was able to validate their report on this work’s effects: when barefoot, the wearer’s walking speed doubles; shoed, it is halved.

Drakekin Brooch

This brooch is made of ironoak with a simple silver pin; carved into the face of the brooch is a pair of nuzzling drakes, one much larger, both with identical spikes. On the back, a simple silver rune.

Discovered in the belongings of a Pentolan guest of the Farewell Ward, I discovered this effect via meticulous experimentation. While worn, the imagery animates in slow motion; any drakes older than the wearer treat them as offspring, younger drakes treat the wearer as a parent. The effect seems to wear off slowly unless the brooch is held by another, in which case it immediately transfers.

Dreamkiss Brooch

This small iron brooch is shaped like a pair of puckered lips, its reverse engraved with a dozen names in tiny script.

Gifted by a Pentolan ambassador, this work’s effects were confirmed to my satisfaction: when the wearer kisses someone they have feelings for their body shifts, molding itself towards their own idealized form; in exchange, they become less physically attractive to whoever they kissed.

Snowgift Brooch

This ironoak brooch is carved with a snowflake; in direct sunlight it is damp, out of it, frosted.

I confirmed this anonymously donated work via exhaustive experimentation: the wearer can touch anyone else to render them immune to all cold until the next sunrise, turning one of the six points of the snowflake to iridescent ice. If all six points turn to ice, the wearer becomes immune too.

Creaking Circlet

This twisted willow circlet bears a stylized geometric ironoak wrought from iron, the willow dyed blotchily red with old blood.

Acquired by one of our supplicants who witnessed its use, I verified the work’s effects with the supplicant. Anything the wearer touches the ironoak to rapidly grows in side with audible creaking, though thorns grow from the willow into their head the longer they stay in contact and do not retract until fully removed.

Epoch’s Wave

This thin copper circlet is mounted with a blue-glazed porcelain disk depicted rippling stylized waves. The image is always wet to the touch.

Donated by a Pentolan guest in our Farewell Ward, she attested to this work’s effects via the Truthing dweomer: anyone wearing this circlet does not age so long as they are wet by rain or groundwater. If the wearer wets their hand on the disk and touches someone with that hand, they can freely transfer days of their life to and from the target. I suspect that her use of this work is what brought her to our Farewell Ward, but she was disinclined to answer me.

Furyflame Chain

This thick gold chain is made of thirty-six loops evocative of twisted flame; the clasp is set in porcelain textured and glazed like a drop of boiling water. Always both warm and wet to the touch.

Purchased from a retired gladiator who attested to the work’s effect via the Truthing dweomer: when worn, the anger of those nearby is burned up by the necklace, one person per link. On command, the wearer can unleash the stored anger in a burst of hot air from their own lips.

Moonflecked Medallion

This simple silver chain holds an ironoak disk sanded impossibly smooth. In moonlight, it becomes reflective.

Donated by an old woman seeking enlightenment, she attested to the work’s effect via the Truthing dweomer. The wearer can sense the presense of everyone not lit by the moon nearby. While concentrating, the wearer can see the face of anyone lit by moonlight nearby.

Avaricious Earrings

A fan of etched Pentolan face cards sway from these silver earrings, always catching the light.

Donated by a Spire Basilisco guest of our Farewell Ward who was willing to attest to the work’s effects via the Truthing dweomer. The wearer can hear even the softest whisper nearby, so long as it is about wealth. Plans to acquire or secure wealth are heard especially clearly.

Stoneshear Labrets

These lip piercings are a small pair of kopis, their protruding handles shaped like Pentolan Pikes, their blades made of brightly polished iron. Worn, the handles protrude above the lips, the blades rest against the teeth.

Recovered from the body of a would-be heretic assassin who used them, I confirmed the effects afterward myself under appropriate conditions: pulled loose from the wearer, each kopis grows to full size in a moment, capable of cutting through even stone as if it were mere air. Until replaced, the wearer’s mouth bleeds profusely.

Featherspear Pin

This ash-shafted pin features a spearhead carved from jade in a shape suggestive of a quill feather; whatever it is pinned through slowly grows a pale pink-gray mold.

This work was deposited anonymously at our archway, I discovered the effect by simple experimentation: whatever material this pin pierces becomes weightless as the mold grows over it, though it seems not to harm the material.

Hearthknowing Pin

This thick pin is carved from Pentolan marble and decorated with licking flames, proportions pleasantly exaggerated. Picking it up elicits a powerful wave of heat to shoot through the body.

Donated by a drakerider seeking enlightenment, I was able to confirm the effects of this work via simple experimentation: the wearer can take this pin off and touch it to any flame. While worn, they can sense the presence of anyone who can see those flames.

Telling Tongue Pin

This bronze pin is shaped like an absurdly proportioned tongue, narrowing to a needle point. The back of the tongue features a simple ring through which a knotted tassle of multicolored silk has been threaded.

Purchased from a second-hand shop without any accompanying notes, this work’s effects were discovered purely via experimentation: while worn, the wearer has an exceptional sense of taste, enabling the discernment of flavor from across the room. If the pin is dipped into something and then licked, the bearer uncannily knows precisely what they are tasting, so long as they have tasted it before.

Winter’s Edge

This pin features a miniature gold-bladed khopesh with a pale lavender silk tassle dangling from it.

Purchased at a gladiator auction after witnessing the work’s effects, I confirmed them myself: while worn, the wearer’s breath is always frost-clouded. They are unaffected by cold and any wound they inflict crystallizes immediately.

Ring Celestial Lumen

This silver and copper wire ring is set with a large cracked and dimpled opal. In sunlight, the opal slowly shrinks, the setting shrinking with it; in moonlight, it expands.

Donated anonymously and without notes, I discovered and verified this work’s effects via experimentation. When the wearer touches the opal to something, it dissolves and whatever was touched takes on an opaline sheen; until the next moonrise, the effect of sun/moon light is also transferred.

Roseblood Ring

This thick copper ring is studded with tiny mageglass daggers, the sharp facets stained red.

A personal gift from a local artisan seeking enlightenment who attested to the work’s effects via Truthing dweomer. While worn, the wearer can smell the passion of anyone close like crushed roses; the strength of the scent is commensurate with the passion felt. Any blood spilled by the ring contains memories of the victim’s most passionate moments. The interview with the artisan is available on request.

Battlesibling Helm

This dented bronze helm features a cracked pair of twin porcelain siblings wielding a sword and spear respectively. The crack runs right between them, shattering their once-held hands.

Purchased from a gladiator auction and confirmed with simple experimentation. While worn, this helm enables any held sword or spear to transform into the other with a flick of the wrist.

Breastplate of Cracking Dawn

This linen breastplate is enamelled like a sunburst, at the heart of which is a much-cracked thumb-sized porcelain disc repaired with gold.

My verification confirmed that any time the enamel disk is cracked it emits a blast of light as brilliant and warm as the first rays of dawn, though it must be repaired with gold to do so again.

Briarcall

This thickly padded shirt features an stylized blackberry bramble; the berries at the hems are sewen with tarnished silver thread.

I confirmed the seller’s claim via experimentation; the wearer of this armor can drive their fingers into the dirt to cause a thin hedge of blackberry to sprout for two yards in either direction; thick enough to prevent sight through it.

Fireheart Skirt

This skirt of thick sienna drakeleather is ribbed with whalebone carved like licking flames spreading downward from the belt that cinches it; in the buckle sits a small piece of faded red coral, it’s texture nearly polished away.

The effect of this work was confirmed by way of Truthing dweomer on a witness to its owner’s death in a street fight. By touching the belt buckle with a bloodied finger, the wearer of this skirt causes the center of gravity nearby to shift to the gem in the buckle for one minute, though each use smooths away more of the coral.

Frostmoon Hauberk

This is knee-length full-sleeved linen shirt is thickly padded, featuring a pleasantly abstract rendering of the moon sewn above ironoak spires secured over the belly.

I was able to verify the donar’s claim that this hauberk is exceptionally uncomfortably warm to wear except in moonlight, when the very air around the wearer begins to freeze and still, frosting everything nearby in moments.

Heartscale

This thick drakeleather breastplate is covered with a layer of ironoak scales shaped like distressingly anatomically accurate hearts. When worn, firelight seems to pulse with the wearer’s heartbeat.

This work was purchased with a certification of veracity from the Spearspire. Any time the wearer’s blood splashes one of the heartscales, their heartbeat becomes audible for everyone nearby; whoever spilled their blood hears it distractingly loud, like the tolling of a bell.

Iron Spiron’s Vambraces

This lavish pair of enamelled vambraces is chased with varying veins of polished and rusted iron surrounded by opaline scrollwork, swirling and abstract, a display of inordinate wealth.

I verified both functions of this work at great, though worthy, expense; I did not, however, thoroughly replicate the experiment due to the associated costs. The wearer can block or deflect any incoming blow, reducing it to nothingness; doing so rusts one of the iron veins to nothing. If used against iron, the deflected item is destroyed and a vein is restored.

Peachseen Shirt

This boiled and waxed linen shirt features a silver-threadedd peach tree espaliered; on inspection, the leaves are sewn with tiny eyes. Several of the branches seem to have already had their fruit plucked.

The seller of this work was able to demonstrate its effect to my satisfaction, though not reconfirmed personally (due to the nature of its use). The wearer of this armor can, in direct sunlight, pull a peach from it, the fruit materializing in their hand and disappearing from the artwork. For ten minutes after eating the peach the wearer is nigh invisible in shade but leaves behind a strong scent of crushed peaches.

Saffron Cap

This scale cap is made of drakebones painted with small purple flowers and featuring small bronze protrusions like saffron stamens, polished so smooth they’re nearly soft to the touch.

Donated with instructions as to its use, I confirmed that any of the stamens of this cap may be plucked by the wearer to reveal a needle point; if inserted into the earth, a patch of saffron will grow rapidly over the next day.

Shadowarrow Greaves

This pair of ochre linen greaves is reinforced with thin bands of ironoak shaped like arrows in flight; Their leather straps feature ironoak buckles carved with runes of shadow which dance slowly when fastened.

I verified this donated work via experimentation. Anyone wearing these greaves finds that so long as they move in the shade their speed is doubled; clicking these greaves together sharpens all shadows the wearer stands in for the next ten minutes, doubling this effect.

Stormhorde Helm

This closed-face bronze helm is embossed with renderings of all sorts of Pentolan symbols of earthly and spiritual wealth; coins, prayers, wind, crops, cards, laughter, love, glory, ships, and fruit; hammered into the face, however, are tiny iron lightning bolts, all leading to the eye holes.

This item was donated without explanation as to effect, I discovered and analyzed it via experimentation. The wearer of this helm feels and hears a soft crackling at all times, an endless nagging; by focusing on it, they cause a bolt of lightning to shoot from their eyes, robbing them of their vision temporarily but ending the crackling for a time.

Teamsters' Bulwark

This hauberk is made of drakebone layered over pale blue leather and features marble discs showing folk standing before wagons, fists raised as wealthy folk approach, swords drawn.

I verified this work’s effect by tracking down the aged donar and having them recount it under a Truthing dweomer. The disks of this hauberk may be detached and given by the wearer to anyone; while fighting shoulder to shoulder, they are twice as hard to kill or push back. Separated, twice as easy.

Bellylaugh Shield

This shield features concentric rings of Pentolan marble and ridged bronze hammered into the shape of dozens of laughing and drinking folk. On close inspection, their teeth are tiny pieces of inlaid iron.

I confirmed this work’s effect by way of the Truthing dweomer on a witness provided by the seller: if the bearer of this shield is made to laugh hard enough to hurt, the teeth of one of the images on the shield disappears and the person who made the bearer laugh is flooded with energy as all hunger, thirst, ache, and exhaustion fade away.

Clasping Buckler

This buckler is made of willow woven like loosely clasped hands encircling the carnelian set in its bronze boss; from the handle dangles a long crimson silk tassle.

The seller of this work demonstrated to my satisfaction that if the bearer holds the hand of another person they are able to share thoughts wordlessly, accurately, and instantaneously. While they do so, the hands on the buckler tighten, pulling the edges inward.

Companionsong Shield

This hourglass shield of woven reeds features a polished iron bell set into the top half while the bottom half’s reeds are pierced by dozens of tiny iron runes commonly understood in Pentola to signify comradery, fortitude, courage, and sacrifice.

This work was purchased from a gladiator who demonstrated its use in exchange for temporary patronage. When the bearer of this shield strikes the bell it emits a ringing paean louder than a lightning strike which fills allies with ardour that lasts for ten minutes; one of the remaining charms on the bottom half rusts away.

Destitution’s Vengeance

This mahogany hourglass shield is carved with images of a preposterously wealthy warrior being overwhelmed and beaten to death by unarmored folk armed only with rough-hewn turquoise stones sewn into the surface.

This work was donated by an eyeless old enlightened marine who confirmed the effects via the Truthing dweomer. Whenever the bearer of this shield faces an enemy with greater wealth or standing their eyes slowly turn to turquoises over the course of a minute; when the transformation is complete, they become something like a battle spirit, powerful and deadly, and cannot stop until they kill their foe; when they do, the turquoise eyes fall out and their own grow back slowly over the course of a day.

Kissinghawk Buckler

This stout bronze buckler’s boss is of ironoak carved as a falconer nuzzling their raptor; around the outside edge opaline scrollwork details a Pentolan poem about the faith and trust between them.

The falconer who donated this work demonstrated that if the bearer kisses the buckler’s boss a piercing cry fills the air as the nearest hawk comes to settle on the shield, calm and interested in the bearer. I was able to confirm the effect during further experimentation, though the wait for a hawk to arrive can feel interminable.

Lifegrove Shield

This tower shield is made of ironoak carved with a grove of cedar trees, their roots reaching down into a blue-gray mold that furs the bottom quarter of the face.

Purchased at auction, the claim for this work was verified by a local apothecary who had used it in the past. If the bearer of this shield scrapes some of the mold into the mouth of an injured comrade, their wounds seal as if time reversed itself in their flesh, though the bearer’s bones creak as they age a year for each injury so undone. As backwards as Pentolan medicine is, this work came at an enormously steep cost; we might think they would invest more in their education but, of course, they prefer to fall back on the Craft they only half understand.

Lunar Hunger Shield

This hourglass shield of stout drakeleather is painted with pitch and features an iron moon set into each half, both growing a pale purple mold that furs the hammered craters.

The seller’s claim about this work’s primary effect was verified by way of the Truthing dweomer: when the bearer of this shield is fighting for something they want, the mold thickens and spreads, providing additional protection. I was able to separately (if unpleasantly) confirm that the mold, if scraped and infused into a concoction, induces visions of the bearer’s deepest desires.

Moonrot Shield

This tin-covered shield is embossed with a garden dying beneath the light of the moon, whose rays are made of inlaid silver. The edge of the shield is covered in apparently rotting dark green silk.

Extensive experimentation on this donated work finally revealed that when the bearer of this shield touches it to a plant in moonlight, that plant and everything its roots touch begins to wither, further rotting the silk cover.

Moonshade Buckler

This thin buckler is faced with a sheet of Pentolan marble etched like the surface of the moon; dangling from the rim are tiny iron shafts of stylized moonbeams.

The artisan who made this work explained the effect under a Truthing dweomer: the bearer can remove any of the charms; for the next ten minutes, the moon’s light refuses to shine near that charm as it rapidly rusts to nothing.

Nightswell Shield

This drakeleather faced shield is painted sloppily with pitch, clean only where a symbol of the moon made from porcelain is sewn just above the boss. Moonlight pulses when it falls upon the shield’s face.

I was able to verify the selling artisan’s claim that, when held aloft in moonlight, this shield doubles in size with a flick of the wrist; shrinking again if the motion is repeated or the moonlight no longer falls upon it.

Silver Rampart

This bronze tower shield is inlaid with silver depicting a fortress wall bristling with iron spear points and raining tiny iron tipped arrows down and out. The bottom of the shield features two stout spikes.

This work’s veracity was confirmed by the Gondolieri who sold it to me and confirmed via experimentation. When the bearer of this shield slams this shield into the ground and lets go a terrible thunder roars from the earth as the shield becomes fixed in place and behind it a twenty yard cube earthwork erupts forth, lifting all upon it. It lasts until the bearer reclaims the shield from the fortification wall or dies.

Uncrafting Shield

This heavy tower shield is a solid piece of Pentolan marble, plain and smooth save for a dozen veins of iron laid into it and a half dozen more rusted to empty channels.

I regret to report that this donated work’s effect was only discovered accidentally and destructively. If this shield is struck with magic of any sort, it is absorbed entirely, releasing a tephratic burst of energy violently back towards the source and one more vein of iron rusts away. For safety reasons (and to preserve the remaining work) I have not confirmed the effect via experimentation.

Bloodcauter

This short bronze sword features a polished piece of mageglass set into its guard, always uncomfortably warm to the touch.

I found good opportunity to test this work’s effect when a woman injured in one of Pentola’s many streetfights came to us for succor; if the bearer of this blade cuts themself and mixes their spilling blood with the wound of another, the wound burns closed safely, if painfully; until the next sunrise, however, the bearer’s own bleeding will not even slow. Luckily, it does not take a large cut of the wielder to manifest the effect. Another mark of Pentola’s rank ignorance of medicine and the Great Treatises.

Bloodstorm Dagger

This thin forked throwing dagger is made from surprisingly sturdy porcelain in the shape of a tall thin tree burning from a lightning strike that split its trunk. Its handle is wrapped in pale silk.

Purchased from the artisan who made it, they were willing to testify to its effect under a Truthing dweomer. When the bearer of this throwing dagger throws it into a surface marked with their own blood causes the blade to become a conduit for a fearsome lightning strike, forking one of the split halves of the tree again. The artisan declined to explain their reasoning for creating it, stating only “It speaks for itself.”

Crafter’s Kiss

This otherwise pleasingly simple crossbow’s handle is studded with tiny amethysts and agates in the form of kissing folk surrounded the swirling dust of the Violet Storm.

I was surprised to find that the donar’s claims about this work proved out in experiments; any dweomer the bearer knows can be manifested through a bolt loaded into this crossbow, obviating the need for any other targeting or distance calculations in the dweomer’s application.

Fieldmaker Bow

This ironoak bow is strongly recurved and smells faintly of sumac. The horn tips are carved with images of rolling fields of plenty.

Donated without any note, this item’s effect was discovered by happy accident of a recalcitrant mentored youth, whom I then showed proper experimentation procedures. Any arrow deliberately loosed into the ground will snap the bowstring; however, so long as the arrow is not removed from the earth all things around it will grow heavy and thick unless tended by the archer.

Flameater

This jagged mageglass dagger’s handle is sheathed in dimpled bronze rather than wrapped in the usual silk. Held in a fire, the flame’s colors shift to a dark purple, dimming the area as the flames slowly starve.

I was able to verify the seller’s claim of this work’s primary effect myself: the bearer of this dagger can feed flame, magical or mundane, to it and later imbue any dweomer of their own with the stolen flame though the handle heats painfully while they do so. Unfortunately, we discovered during replication that it must not be dropped while in the heated state, lest the wielder be engulfed instead. The participant was healed and recompensed threefold for their suffering, as the Great Treatise requires.

Furytamer

This draketooh’s shaped halberd’s head is held to the stave with golden pins and is etched with a snarling drake engulfed in roaring flames.

Purchased from the surviving family member of a “retired” Gondolieri, I validated this seller’s claims during an expedition into the Undercity. When presented before any hostile beast it gives the creature pause and redirects their ire toward whatever the halberd is pointed at next.

Griffinweal

This handaxe’s head is made of delicate pale green porcelain in the shape of a snarling griffin, wings outstretched to either side, its body clad in scaled armor. It smells strongly of fresh crushed mint.

Donated to us by the Skylion Spiron’s nibling in thanks for saving their friend’s life after falling from a training griffin, its effect verified under the Truthing dweomer. The bearer of this axe finds themselves the friend of any raptor or griffin they encounter; a griffin who licks the axe head becomes bonded to it, willing to follow the bearer like kin.

Inferno’s Fury

This six yard long pike is tipped with a blade of porcelain shaped like a skyward-reaching flame. All other flames in its presence seem somehow hungry and hateful, burning hot and smoky.

Purchased from a Spearspire auction, used in one of the sundry scuffles againt that militant spire. Interview via Truth dweomer of the incarcerated former bearer indicated that the wielder of this pike feels the destructive hunger of every flame near them while they hold it; if they give into this hunger, they can hear the whispers of the flames telling them how to hurt and harm anyone the flames perceive. A strange item to make, possibly authorless as the Pentolans do not always fully intend their own works.

Kinkeep Crossbow

This massive crossbow’s heavy trigger lever is made from ornately forged iron in the shape of a family of artisans showing each other their works; from the butt dangles a pale yellow silk tassel.

While I was unable to verify the seller’s claims myself, I was able to contract with some locals and the claim proved true: any bolt fired from this weapon made by a loved one impacts twice as hard and rips through magic as if it wasn’t there; any other bolt impacts half as hard as normal and any magic inherent to it is nullified. Sentimental, but possibly of great value to any family with a fletcher (if they can stomache the imagery).

Moongaze Mace

This stone-headed mace is carved in a flanged spiral, hafted on a long piece of ash. Hammered into the eye is a small silver moon which hums in darkness.

While I was skeptical of the detailed notes detailing this work by the donar, they bore out: when bearer of this mace strikes with it in moonlight and calls out to the moon, they draw its attention as a bolt of burning moonlight sears the spot they struck; until the moon sets, however, its gaze does not leave the bearer. Pentolans report this as uncomfortable, but they are quite superstitious.

Slowflame Khopesh

This flimsy copper khopesh is utterly plain and cheap save for the extravagant iron edge welded to it which undulates like lapping flames up the curved weapon.

Brief experimentation with this work proved to me that to wield this blade is to fight sluggishly as if underwater; to strike with this blade is to burn through stone like butter.

Towering Spear

This short spear’s haft is thick and octagonal, its long thin spire-shaped blade marked with a rune that seems to grow and shrink while watched.

I was able to confirm this auctioned item’s stated effect via experimentation: when the bearer kisses the rune they rapidly grow to double their size; the rest of their equipment does not, save for the spear. This effect lasts until the sun sets.

Infernal Tongue

This small bronze effigy of a fire-ruined tongue is surprisingly wet to the touch.

Donated by a dilligent student of our Garden who had inherited this work from their aunt and attested to the effects via the Truthing dweomer. When pressed to one’s own tongue it painfully destroys that organ, blackening it immediately. Thereafter, the ritualist’s voice echoes and crackles like flame and what they name thrice will burst into flames if they can see it.

Love’s Reflection

This mirror is made from meticulously polished gold, chased with a love poem in tiny iron script.

A gift from an ancient Skylion Spire guardian seeking enlightenment, she attested sorrowfully to this work’s effects via the Truthing dweomer. Looking into the mirror shows not oneself but their beloved. If looking in direct sunlight, all wounds and illness fade from the reflection and person alike; if in moonlight, they age rapidly and terribly.

Moonmarrow Hammer

This tinkerer’s hammer has a head carved from ironoak to look like the moon; its haft is always slick, ready to slip out of hand.

Purchased at auction, I was able to verify the primary effect of this work: the bearer can use this hammer to crush any bone in their own body with the slightest touch, filling them with tephra, supercharging any and all magic until the next moonrise. Unforunately, I also discovered that a bone broken this way never heals, not even with all the knowledge available to our healers in The Great Treatise. I advise any further study to proceed with utmost caution.

Padma’s Blessing

This small statue of a giant padma flower smells like its namesake and has petals of rusted iron. On its base, a sharp pin.

Recovered from a mournful guest of our Farewell Ward who had been paid to use this work on behalf of Spire Basilisco; before their long sleep, they confirmed this work’s effects via the Truthing dweomer. If the bearer pricks themself with the statue, the flesh around the mark necrotizes and their flesh warps to present the same flower. The spike stamens can be removed and pressed into another living being, infecting them with the parasitic plant too. For every sunrise the plant is not spread, more of the host’s flesh decays. An infected host is immune to disease and poison. While I have preserved this work in accordance with my duties, I do recommend that it be kept in archive or destroyed when sufficiently studied.

Familial Feastbowl

This bowl is carved from a single piece of Pentolan marble, edged in faces which on inspection always seem to be people the viewer knows and cares for.

Sold by a hapless young guest of our Good Morrow ward, she attested to the work’s effects via the Truthing dweomer. Any food placed in this bowl is delectable and fully nourishing to everyone else; to the owner, all food is tasteless unless and until a new owner offers them food from the bowl.

Rage’s Gift

This plain octagonal board and accompanying knife are carved from ironoak, every edge sharp, every surface polished mirror smooth.

Donated by a guest of our Farewell ward, I was able to confirm the claimed effect by experimentation with a few willing subjects. Any food cut on and with the implements contains an infuriating memory pulled from the cutter; whoever eats the food relives the memories in vivid detail, though the cutter forgets them forever.

Stonebite Shears

This bronze pruning shear is bedecked with small emeralds, it’s blades shaped like Pentolan playing cards with marble statues for the Matron and Captain.

Donated by a desperate (brief) guest of our Farewell Ward, he attested to this work’s effects via the Truthing dweomer. Any fruit clipped with these shears turns to a porous clay, easily chewable. Anyone who eats this fruit slowly turns to stone, starting with their teeth; if they do not bite someone else to transfer the effect by the next sunrise, they will become a statue. I strongly recommend further analysis only be performed in accordance with the Great Treatises.

Basket of Held Memory

This thornwillow basket has a silk cover stitched with golden thread depicting the sun above a peaceful glade, strewn with various items.

Donated anonymously and without notes, I was able to discover this work’s effects via experimentation. Anything placed into the basket is lost forever, stitched into the cover; the bearer can perfectly recall any memories made while holding the lost item, regardless of whose mind they lived in.

Breaker of Earthbinding

This smith’s hammer is made entirely from bronze, etched with dozens of destroyed implements of battle. Picking it up causes a powerful jolt to run up the arm, forcing fingers to clench tight.

This work was one of the belongings left in the will of a reformed Pentolan; I was able to piece together its effect by discussion with their survivors and confirm it myself. If the bearer breaks something they own with this hammer gravity loosens its grip on them; for as many moonrises as seasons they owned the item, they leap and move as if they weighed a tenth as much.

Gourmand’s Egg

This large silver egg is clustered with dozens of small gems and has had half a dozen apparent bites chewed out of it; the bitten sections are bloodstained.

Purchased from a debtor seeking succor, he attested to this work’s effects via Truthing dweomer. Anyone who bites out a gem from the egg and chews it up will forever after taste anything safe to eat as if it is whatever they most want to taste at that moment; anything dangerous to them instead tastes like sewage. Eating from the egg is dangerous, damaging the mouth but deadening all nerves.

Moonthunder Rod

This small silver rod has a spike on one end and is wrapped in opaline scrollwork of lightning falling from the moon.

Purchased at auction, I was able to confirm the minimal notes it was sold with under appropriate conditions. The rod can be placed into anything with ease; if anchored into something and in direct moonlight a blast of lightning will strike moments later, destroying whatever the rod was anchored to. Until the next moonrise, the bearer can hurl a bolt of lightning for each that fell in this way.

Smolderforge

This small firestarter is inlaid with rubies in the shape of a burning axe; it is always uncomfortably hot to the touch.

This work was donated by one of the rare Gondolieri seeking enlightenment and demonstrated to my satisfaction. The bearer can use this work to set fire to any part of their panoply, rendering it to ruin in mere minutes. Any weapon touched to the smoldering remains is imbued with forgefire, burning through anything and everything until the ruins cool completely.

Brush of the Raptor

This small ink brush’s handle is porcelain glazed with the lifelike image of a Pentolan falcon soaring, with bristles from an eyas of the same.

Purchased at auction without notes, I was able to discover and analyze this work via experimentation: anything marked with this brush becomes weightless until the ink dries; it always uses much more ink than expected.

Grievance

This large olive-handled brush’s bristles are impossibly thin strands of carved jade, surprisingly supple and leaving an indelible green ink on any flesh they touch.

Turned in by a penitent supplicant who used it without proper consulation with the Great Treatises, I confirmed the effect via the Truthing dweomer during debrief prior to their penitent consultation. Anyone using this brush cannot help but write out their deepest held fury on the nearest surface; as they write, the same words are tattooed on the source of their ire. In moonlight, the script glows visibly through any material, revealing itself to everyone nearby.

Shipwright’s Friend

This slick chisel’s blade is made from a single piece of jade carved with a tiny tree thick with olives on one face; every shaving made by it smells intensely of fresh-pressed olives.

Purchased at auction, I confirmed the annotated claims about this work’s via experimentation. Holding this chisel seems to slow the whole world down; when used, the carpenter finds that they are able to accomplish an hour’s work in a mere minute.

Mercantile Magi Drill

This massive bow drill’s bit is wrought from iron shaped like a spire, draped in silk ribbons stitched with gold and silver thread in stanzas of a poem about dying wealthy.

Drilling through any currency releases its value as tephra freely available to the user to supplement their magic.

Lunar Beauty Fan

This large fan is wrought from tarnished silver wrapped in opaline tendrils. The dimpled and marred feathers expand to a full circle around the handle, mirroring the watchful moon.

A gift from a Pentolan florist seeking enlightenment, he demonstrated this work’s effect to my satisfaction. When this fan is waved it produces no noticeable current, though plants sway before it; any plant moved by this fan will bloom beautifully during the next moonrise and die at moonset.

Heavy Supper Fork

This serving fork is carved from ironoak, its handle carved like an orchid, its tines stained darkly red.

This work was acquired via gift exchange with the Bloodless, a butcher’s guild; I verified the claimed effects via thorough experimentation. Any meat served with this fork fills the eaters heavily, as if their weight had suddenly increased by an order of magnitude and lasting until fully digested.

Nutrition’s Fire Fork

This small wrought iron dinner fork is twisted, malformed by heat. Near open flame it writhes.

Purchased at auction, I was able to confirm the claimed effects of this work myself. Any food speared and eaten from this fork, no matter how plain or rotten, never satiates and instead increases hunger. Each bite is as nutritious as a full days meal and burns the tongue.

Adoration’s Sculpter

This putty knife’s handle is set with a sapphire held between two clasped hands; on the other side, a rune which evokes a sense of longing.

A gift from a Pentolan ambassador, I was able to confirm this work’s effect to my satisfaction. The bearer of this putty knife can hold hands with a loved one and smooth away any blemishes the loved one perceives themself to have, placing them upon their own body in reflection, though the loved one never seems to mind it.

Stormclear Machete

This otherwise plain machete’s thick spine is studded with tiny topaz stones zig-zagging like lighting. Beneath a cloudless sky, it hums impatiently.

Donated by a merchant seeking enlightenment who attested to this work’s effects via the Truthing dweomer. When used to clear away living matter the blade never seems quite sharp enough; beneath a raging storm, it cuts through anything, crackling with barely contained power, each swing arcing powerfully.

Sungrinder

This heavy granite mortar and pestle are both ringed with undulating bronze flames, the pestle stained deeply red.

Purchased at auction without any notes, I discovered this work’s effects via experimentation. Anything ground in the mortar desperately desires to be ignited by the smallest spark; when it is, all nearby fires go out and a light as bright as the sun explodes, affecting everyone whose hands were not on the mortar or pestle while grinding.

Pliars of Knowing

This pair of pliars is made from gold and silver wire twisted and barbed, its teeth made from small rough rubies. While holding them, the bearer feels a physical jolt of intense desire when seeing others with wealth.

A gift from a local partially enlightened artisan, it came to me complete with detailed notes which I was able to verify. Holding these pliars grants the bearer vague understanding of whether or not someone’s wealth was acquired unjustly; the tighter they are gripped, the more clarity the bearer has and the more welling rage they feel.

Bowyer’s Dedication

This two-person crosscut saw’s handles are uncomfortably studded with arrowhead peridots; between the teeth, a furry green mold accumulates with every cut.

Donated by a guest of our Farewell Ward, I was able to validate his claims about this work’s effects via experimentation. Using this saw is extraordinarily tiring, rendering sawyers exhausted after mere minutes of use. The mold can be infused into a tea to render immunity to the saw’s effect and enable the sawyers to see in perfect clarity regardless of lighting conditions.

Saw of Resolution

This pocket chain saw’s pale handle is pitted and marred like the moon, its teeth made from rusting iron; it smells strongly of jasmine while held in both hands.

Purchased at auction without any notes, I discovered and verified Using this saw brings the sawyer to a meditative state where they can think about nothing but the last event that angered them; while sawing, time dilates for them, ending only when they resolve their anger.

Retirement Scythe

This scythe’s blade is a viciously sharp halbard carved from Pentolan marble, a riot of colorful silk tassels dangle from the back handle.

Purchased from a local florist, I was able to confirm her claims about this work’s effects via experimentation: any plants reaped in sunlight with this tool rapidly recover, growing to their original state by the time the moon reaches its next zenith. Any plants reaped without the sun wither and die, though twice as much produce seems to accumulate from every cut.

Companion’s Tears Shears

This pair of shears has blades made from dented and scuffed bronze spearheads engraved with tear drops. When not held, they hum ominously.

This work was willed to us by a guest of our Farewell Ward, the work’s effects described plainly; I confirmed them with a willing volunteer according to The Great Treatises. The bearer of these shears sees strands connecting them to everyone around them; cutting the threads erases both people from the other’s memory forever.

Grudgeburier

This silver bladed spade’s handle is made of porcelain glazed with flames consuming a great estate, destroying generations of wealth.

This work was recovered by a supplicant after it was used against several of our own. The previous owner was questioned per The Great Treatises and explained its use via the Truthing Dweomer. If the bearer of this spade buries their most prized possession with it the ground smokes and glows, the item appearing in the depiction on the handle. The first person whose name is spoken over the smoldering ground experiences terrible and violent misfortune at the next zenith of the moon.

Stylus of Forgotten Visions

This charred oak stylus is wrapped in spiraling opaline scrollwork of dancing flames consuming illegible script. It is always comfortably warm in the hand.

Left to us in the will of a guest in our Farewell Ward without any notes, I discovered and analyzed this work myself. It easily marks even the hardest and coldest surfaces as if they were pliable wax; anything written or sketched with it is entirely forgotten as soon as the user lets go of the stylus but merely seeing the words brings vivid visualization of the material to mind.

Carver’s Cheat

These porcelain tongs are tipped with caps of Pentolan marble, their faces carved with people dancing in the Catacombs. Beneath the ground they hum happily, expectantly.

Discovered by one of our supplicants on an expedition into the Undercity; the supplicant provided their notes and accompanied me during confirmatory experimentation. Anything gripped with these tongs slowly metamorphoses into Pentolan marble; Any object carved from Pentolan marble slowly animates, if gripped underground.

Stoneforge Tongs

These wrought iron tongs grow a furry orange mold at their tips; while held, the mold grows and heats, eventually glowing white hot, though they’re always ice cold to the bearer’s touch.

Donated by a youth guest of our Good Morrow Ward seeking enlightenment. With their remembrances, I was able to analyze and confirm the work’s effects. Nothing held by these tongs seems to heat in anyway except for stone, which becomes malleable like heated metal. If the mold is scraped free and ingested it suffuses the body with unbearable heat cooled only by ingesting stones.

Drakefoe Trowel

This pointing trowel is hafted with ironoak in the uncomfortable shape of a distorted and snarling drake. The bronze blade is surprisingly sturdy for being wafer thin.

This heretical work was turned in by a supplicant who claimed it from a recalcitrant after seeing it used; While held, all drakes which can smell or see the bearer hunger mightily for their flesh, pursuing them aggressively. The trowel pierces their hides with ease; any drake killed with this trowel whose bones are kept and cemented together with it animate as guardians while the moon is risen. These authorlessly working automatons reportedly last indefinitely if not destroyed. Purchase includes the remains of two such automatons.

Floormason’s Gift

This floating trowel’s blade is made of solid gold set with tiny bricks of variegated jewels; when light strikes the bricks they cast a hypnotizing dance of refracted color.

Donated by a guest of our Farewell Ward, I confirmed the donar’s claims via experimentation. This trowel never seems capable of producing a flat surface when used over wet cement; pressing it over solid stone creates a perfectly flat and level surface.

Archer’s Kin

This small whetstone is surprisingly chiseled from amethyst, its face roughened with a thousand tiny chips shaped like arrowheads. It never needs lubrication.

A gift from an artisan seeking enlightenment who agreed to be interviewed about the work under the Truthing dweomer. When used to sharpen an arrowhead, the shaft that head is affixed to flies in a perfectly flat trajectory until out of the archer’s sight. Additional notes, interview record, and analysis will be provided with purchase.

Frostslice Stone

This massive whetstone is set into an ironoak block carved with a hundred cut-apart shields, their insignia marred with a smeared red snowflake.

Purchased at a gladiator auction, I discovered this work’s effects via strenuous experimentation. Any implement sharpened on this whetstone becomes impossibly sharp and cold, almost unbearable to hold. It cuts through anything, but to hold it for more than a few moments is to risk frostbite. The next time the sun rises, the blade becomes dull and temperate.