Legendary weapon/Lore
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Generation 1[edit]
Hlif traveled to the Far Shiverpeaks to challenge Jormag. Near death, she took one last swing at her foe before falling unconscious. She awoke the next morning—her axe encased in an icy dragon's head.
"I know this isn't the path you'd have chosen for yourself — but the Flame Legion isn't just your home now; It is my gift to you. Keep this dagger close and never forget who you are: Nonius Ragesinger."
Dare this historian say, the Moot should only be brandished by the most charismatic of warriors. When drawn, your foe may be blinded by its grandiose display of light and splendor.
Meteorlogicus was designed by a sylvari astrologer, Surya — a love letter to the sky. She once used the orrery to trace a thunderous cloud that lurked on the horizon. She knew then: a dragon had awoken.
The Minstrel is a bard's dearest companion, a vessel of their spirit and artistry. Delicate notes fade in the wielder's wake, leaving passersby with a gentle whisper of their vestige.
"The Flameseeker Prophecies" is an ancient tome containing near-complete proclamations of the future as foreseen by the dragon Glint. The final chapter is intentionally left unwritten...
A norn ballad recounts a quarrel between the Great Wolf and a serpent who sought to become a Spirit of the Wild: O little snake, do you have what it takes? Howl, howl—open the gate.
A relic dating back to the age of the Giganticus Lupicus, the Juggernaut may be a gift from the gods. When held by a worthy champion, they are cast in a solid sheet of quicksilver.
When Secondborn Lonicera sacrificed herself to protect the Pale Tree, a small root sprung from the ground where she breathed her final breath. That root took the shape of a mighty bow.
Cast in the likeness of Forge Ironstrike, this rifle was crafted as a tribute to his battle against the Flame Imperator. When Kalla fell in the Plains of Golghein, Ironstrike silenced the traitor.
The Dreamer is as mystifying as it is perplexing, for such a creature doesn't exist within the known world. It is quite popular among the skritt, though, who idolize its colorful...prowess.
Casters and archivists alike worship the iridescent glow that the Bifrost emits. Although the source of its magic is unknown, its luminous aura may hint of realms bygone—tucked away in the Mists.
Although the vast, impenetrable Unending Ocean has been left unexplored for a century past, fishermen lingering just outside the expanse often catch glimpses of something magnificent.
Generation 2[edit]
Sunsmith Ouissal dreamed she gifted an exquisite axe to a woman with skin like the star-kissed sky above the Astralarium. She woke and ran to her workbench, a delighted laugh lingering in her memory.
This ancient charr relic has served as an apparatus of revolution, a key to power, and a symbol of stability. The Claw of the Khan-Ur is reforged with every great feat its wielders accomplish.
Eureka was the pride and downfall of a rogue Priory research team who set out to reactivate obsidian shards sampled from ancient armor. Paired with magitech, the material assumed a deadlier form.
"Remember: the blue stuff is the Alchemical Catalyst, and the red stuff is the Transcendent Energy. Don't drink either of them. And whatever you do, don't drop this thing."
Hylek of the Astrozintli Forelands revere the life serpent Xiuquatl. While it's too small and gentle to be their savior, those traits make it Tequatl's perfect opposite—and a potent symbol of hope.
To its namesake faction, the Shining Blade is more an old friend than an ancient Seer artifact. Its historical codenames include "the family heirloom," "that old thing," and "Gran's best knife."
The Binding of Ipos is as mystifying as it is venomous, dripping with ancient knowledge. Any warrior brave enough to carry this tome will be gifted with millennia of sinister magics.
In lieu of written records, some temples of Balthazar kept elaborate weapons depicting the rituals they were used in. Few survived Balthazar's fall, and many were immolated by his loyalist priests.
When Grenth's powers were raw and new, he crafted a weapon more sinister than he intended. Verdarach summons victims of horrific battles as vengeful wraiths, eager to conscript the newly slain.
Sharur was retrieved from among the spectral weapons guarding the Source of Orr. Though its lingering corruption is aimless and benign, not even the Artesian Waters could fully cleanse it.
Scholars discovered Pharus in Siren's Reef.[sic] All attempts to store and catalog it have failed; if not carried by a hero, it reappears at Dwayna's Reliquary among the other artifacts.
Generation 3[edit]
Aurene[edit]
Magic. Everywhere. Swirling and whispering, like a flock of birds dancing through the air. It settles at my feet. Dust, piling higher and higher like sand on a beach... Wake up, it says. Wake up.
The weight of the world, the balance of time and nature... All of it, sitting on my shoulders. It's heavy... Crippling, even. But there's something comforting, knowing that I can make a difference.
The loneliness of this world is terrifying, empty... Who can I confide in now? Can anyone out there hear me...? Do you understand what it's like to hold such power?
Their mother kept her distance from the mortal realm, but I needed that connection—I yearned for it. Without my companions, would I feel the same need to protect this place?
My brother's duty and my mother's destiny wouldn't have existed without my grandfather's hunger. If that's so, isn't a prophecy just knowing what must be done and who should do it?
I don't want to have a destiny. I want to eat half your food and go to sleep while you read, but if I act like a baby now everyone will remember later. Maybe Vlast was right and it's better if they think I'm angry.
Taimi doesn't always understand me, but she helps other people understand me since she can hold a conversation with me by herself. Although...I wouldn't miss it if she stopped giving me a squeaky voice.
Are people who already have too much power the only ones who want it? Why do they think they need more? This can't be fixed with weapons or magic, it's just...it's just adults panicking or having tantrums.
You should never lose anything or anyone, ever again. The world should be like a beautiful garden and only grow around you forever. I know it can't happen that way, but I don't want to be what you lose next.
His voice whispers at the back of my mind, his soul as ripe as it was in "life." He tells me things. About the Mists, about the Underworld... Terrifying, dark things.
Even inside the shell of my little egg, I could feel them—the stranger. Their soul smelled of pain and ached, but somehow I knew... I knew that I was safe in their care.
It wasn't painful, but it was dark. Darker than anything I've seen or felt before. Pulsing with unfamiliar magic... Malice, bleeding into my flesh. Caressing my mind like... Like...
I can hear her. Her voice lingers at the edge of my mind like a memory I've long forgotten—the lightest touch. Bubbling beneath the ocean waves, deep below... Her voice, like a feather against my scales.
Zhaitan
Mordremoth
Kralkatorrik
A flicker of light at the corner of my eye. For a moment, I thought it was her.
When her cheeks hit the ground, she'll come to understand the cost of betrayal.
Jormag
Primordus
Soo-Won
Standalone[edit]
As the storm raged outside, the Claw looked over his people. Bearkin were huddled together for warmth-their bellies rumbled, and worry laced their eyes. But the wind was too fierce and the falling snow too thick to hunt. He looked at shivering cubs and made his choice: the Claw would lead them south, away from danger. He could wait for her no longer.
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