The final item in this blessed weapon series is a collaborative piece designed, forged, and crafted by the Elves, Dwarves, and Human mages together. The length of this bow is magically determined by the range of its target, and its arrows always fly silent and true.
I hope you’ve enjoyed this magical weapon series. If there is a weapon you’d like to see forged in the darkness or the light, drop a note in the comments and I will see what I can do.
I’ve saved this one for the last in this series of quotes from my tales. A colourful image with another quote from my short fantasy story ‘Making Magic’. And for extra brownie points I’ve included a dragon.
If you’d like to share your favourite quote, you can do so in the comments.
The next city to plunge into the darkness is… Vancouver!
I’m a big fan of Vancouver City. In fact, I’ve only just returned from a holiday in Canada, and I spent some more time in Vancouver after having enjoyed the hospitality of this city in the past. But this re-imagined version of the city is not the Vancouver I know, and it makes me wonder if the seaplanes in the real world have been replaced by the dragons seen in the sky.
Here are some questions to tweak your dark curiosity…
When the storm clouds coil above the city, what runes awaken on the glass towers of Coal Harbour and why are they there?
What is the cost of passage paid by for the ferrymen to the serpents that dwell beneath Lions Gate Bridge — Do all their passengers make it to the other side?
Which forgotten gods breathe through the neon haze of Granville Street, feeding on the desires of wanderers?
When the fog rolls down from Grouse Mountain, what spectral beings cross the seawall unseen?
What ancient oath binds the ravens circling the Vancouver Lookout, and why do their eyes burn with green fire?
Which souls are trapped within the reflections of False Creek, pleading for release when the moon turns crimson?
When the rain falls black and heavy, what creatures rise from the alleys of Gastown to hunt by the flicker of lanterns?
What memory does the city itself keep — is there really a heartbeat echoing through glass, steel, and shadow — waiting for the one who can hear it?
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The weapon this week is a dagger crafted by the by elven and human mages, in a bid to help turn the tide of the battle between good and evil. It may not be a large weapon, but it niggles at the darkness, like a shining thorn in its side. Thus its name perfectly symbolises its qualities.
I thought I would make the last 2 quotes in this series a little more colourful. Here is first colourful quote taken from the short fantasy story ‘Making Magic’.
This week we find a blessed axe born from the magical fires of the Elven smiths. Runes are etched masterfully down the length of the blades, so that they never dull, remaining razor sharp and bright as the spear-like tip. It is perfectly matched with its kin from the blessed collection and ready to spread its cleansing light amongst the tainted.
This weeks ‘Dark City’ post has strayed a little to a more rugged terrain with a township sitting at the base of some jagged mountains. Welcome to a dark fantasy infused ‘Banff’.
What a beautiful sight for the eyes of those strange beaked creatures gathering by the runes. But are they admiring the view or working out who will become their next meal.
Now you’ve considered my first question, here are a few more for you to ponder upon:
When the auroras twist into unnatural shapes above the mountains, what warnings do their colours spell out across the sky?
Which spirits linger in the frozen lake when the ice cracks under the blood moon’s gaze?
Do the shadowed creatures make bargains with travellers who stray from the torchlit paths, or do they just add more bones to those already scattered across the landscape?
When the mist rolls down from the peaks, whose whispers guide the lost back to town — and whose lead them deeper into the darkness?
Which ancient deity carved the valley, and what tribute must the townsfolk offer each winter to keep the snow from turning crimson?
What unseen eyes watch from the treeline when the last lantern flickers out?
I hope for your sake that you are not unfortunate enough to find out the answers to these questions, for I’d truly like to see you return for next week’s post in the ‘Dark City” series.
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Here is another weapon to support the battle against the Dark Lord. A spear from the mages. Its compact design provides easy stowing, but the shaft magically extends when the weapon is drawn. The tip was honed by the human mages of Ice Mountain, set on a design fashioned by the Elves, and adorned with a gem gifted by the dwarves and imbued with the magic of light. This spear was made to pierce all that is dark.