Relics

This page is dedicated to relics that have / will appear in the various short storys and longer form projects that will be hosted on this website. Not every relic is listed here.

Relic	Description
Midnight, Harvester of the Cold Moon	A scythe forged from pure Lunar energy, it radiates an overwhelming sense of conviction, as if its very presence carries the weight of an unshakable purpose. Old tales claim the weapon was created by the First Celestial and wielded to divine the shape of a perfect world. Whether those stories are truth or myth, one thing remains certain. When Midnight appears, it is never without consequence.
Lun, Warden of the Night	A shield forged from an unknown material not of this world, it radiates an overwhelming sense of conviction, as if its very presence carries the weight of an unshakable purpose. When the First Celestial sought aid from the lesser gods, some chose defiance and raised their weapons against her instead. In that ancient conflict, this shield became a symbol of hope for the Lun’folk elves, a reminder that even against gods faith and resolve could still endure.
Mask of Deceit	A ceremonial kitsune mask once used in the rites of Emera, Goddess of Chaos. Old legend tells of two sisters who tended the Primordial Flame together, bound by duty and blood. In time, one betrayed the other, sealing her sister’s soul within her own mask and leaving her imprisoned. From that betrayal, Emera rose to godhood, abandoning both her sister and the flame she once swore to protect. The mask remains as a quiet reminder that even divinity can be born from treachery.
Rae’Ela, Song of the Void	An old dagger passed down to Aer’Ellyn by a legendary navigator of the Dark Sea. Alongside Black Rose, Star of the Dark Sea, this blade was used by the Siren to slay a World Serpent that dwelled in the abyss below. Its edge is worn by age, yet it still carries the weight of that impossible victory. Legends claim the dagger is capable of opening portals to the Void itself, as if its steel holds the power to the path between worlds.
Eirawen’s Hood	The preserved head of Eirawen, the Last White Wolf, fashioned into a hood. A wild god, Eirawen roamed the ancient forests near the elvish cities, lingering at their edges like a memory of a forgotten age. It was said he dreamed of the old world, of untamed wilderness, moonlit hunts, and the time before civilization scarred the land. With his death, the bloodline of the White Wolf came to an end, and the species vanished with him. What remains is this hood. Part trophy, part warning, and the final relic of a creature that should have never fallen.
Fyr. Claws of the First Flame	A pair of fist weapons shaped like vicious claws, once wielded by Serafyra, the First Flame. With these, Serafyra tore her enemies apart, rending them into burning pieces and adorning her garments with the bones of those who challenged her. She was both guardian and executioner, a living embodiment of fire’s beauty and cruelty. For ages, she stood watch over the Primordial Flame, protecting it with relentless devotion. Until the day she no longer could.
Mask of the Stranger	A ceremonial kitsune mask once used in the rites of Serafyra, the Stranger. After her betrayal, Serafyra was sealed within the mask itself, trapped by her sister’s magic and left unable to free herself from its porcelain prison. Her voice faded into whispers, but her will endured. Those who dare to wear the mask risk more than possession. They invite Serafyra into their very soul. In return, she grants immense power, lending her flame to the worthy.
Amaphets Favor	A soul pendant bestowed only upon those favored by Amaphet, the Lady of Blood. Worn exclusively by the Blood Champion, this pendant serves as both blessing and burden, allowing Amaphet to channel her power directly into its bearer when called upon. Strength, violence, and survival, all traits a Lun’folk needs, flow through it like a second heartbeat. Amaphet does not care for honor, mercy, or the worth of the one who wears it. Only that they were the last one left standing. In her eyes, victory alone is proof enough.
Blackrose, Star of the Dark Sea	An enchanted flintlock pistol of dark steel and polished blackwood, its frame etched with elegant silver filigree that curls like thorned vines along the barrel. The grip is smooth from years of use, and near the hammer rests the delicate engraving of a blooming black rose beneath a crescent moon. Known as Black Rose, Star of the Dark Sea, the weapon never needs to be reloaded, it fires a type of Black Stone, only found at the deepest depths. It was passed down to the Siren by a legendary sea captain before she helped slay the World Serpent in the abyss below. Later, Aer’Ellyn entrusted the pistol to Elysia Veyne, the woman she loved most, leaving it behind as both a promise and a memory. Etched along the side of the barrel, in careful script, are the words: “Even wilted flowers can still bloom.”
Selun, the Stars Oath	Selun, The Star’s Oath, is a scythe forged from pure Lunar energy, its form shifting like liquid moonlight. Its blade is pale and radiant, yet cold to the presence, casting soft starlight that seems to move even when the weapon is still. It radiates an unshakable sense of conviction, the feeling of a vow made not by mortals, but by something far older and more certain than time. When Aer’Ellyn struck down the World Serpent of the Void, it was said the heavens went silent, as though even the gods paused to witness the act. In that moment, she gave her promise to the First Celestial, and in return, the stars themselves answered. Not with words, but with an oath bound into the weapon she can now summon from the Starry Skies. Selun is not just a weapon, it is a celestial agreement given physical form. Each swing, each use is a promise made to return the First Celestial once and for all.
Solace, Greathammer of the Dark Paladin	Solace, Greathammer of the Dark Paladin, is a colossal warhammer wielded by the one who felled Eirawen, the Last White Wolf. Once, a paladin’s hammer stood as a symbol of hope among the Godkin, a weapon of faith, justice, and protection for those too weak to defend themselves. But in Sienna’s hands, that meaning was twisted into something darker. After the fall of Eirawen, Solace became a symbol not of salvation, but of inevitability. When it is raised, few are left standing. Because of Sienna, a paladins hammer only invokes feelings of dread.
Pale Insignia	The Pale Insignia is an ancient soldier’s badge once given to new recruits entering the service of the First Celestial’s armies, hundreds of years ago. Issued by the commanders of the Pale Queen’s military, it was more than a mark of rank. It was a symbol of duty, loyalty, and the promise to stand beneath her banner until death. Most of these insignias were lost, broken, or destroyed as centuries passed. Yet this one remains strangely untouched by time, its surface carefully preserved as if its owner could never bear to let it be forgotten. This particular insignia once belonged to Aer’Ellyn’s father, carried long before she became the Siren, before curses, before gods, and before the world learned her name.
Great Staff of False Ambition	The Great Staff of False Ambition is a staff of grand and elegant design, its long pale frame etched with intricate celestial markings that seem to shift when stared at for too long. At its crown rests a fractured crystal said to hold traces of suspended time itself, forever caught between moments. It once symbolized limitless ambition. The belief that fate could be rewritten, that even the stars could be outrun by one with enough knowledge and will. It belongs to Dominus, Master of Time, once known as Nor’Alen, the first Harbinger. Long ago, he abandoned both his caste and the mission entrusted to him, retreating instead to the distant south near World’s End, where he devoted himself entirely to the study of time magic. For all his mastery, for all the futures he witnessed and all the paths he traced, he could not escape the one truth waiting for him. He saw his own demise with perfect clarity, yet even the greatest timemage could not prevent it. In the end, all of that brilliance, all of that ambition, led only to the same conclusion. Some futures cannot be changed. Death eventually comes for us all.
Vaelith, Bow of the Moonlit Hunt	Vaelith, Bow of the Moonlit Hunt, is a weapon of dark, polished wood said to have been carved from the heart of the Forest of Eternal Night, where no natural light has touched the earth for ages. Its limbs are long and elegant, wrapped in pale silver lines that resemble veins of moonlight running through shadow. When drawn, the bow creates its own arrows; lunar constructs of pale light, sharp enough to pierce even the strongest armor. Long ago, Emera, Goddess of Discord, forged this weapon as an offering of devotion to the First Celestial. Its appearance was intentionally made to mimic the divine: graceful, radiant, and infused with the same lunar presence associated with the heavens themselves. To Aer’Ellyn, however, Vaelith is not a gift, it is a mockery. A false devotion wrapped in beauty, created by one whose betrayal stained the old world. It represents Emera’s twisted obsession with something she could never truly embody. For one so deeply tied to flame and primordial chaos, Emera’s mastery of Lunar magic remains a mystery. Many believe she could not have created Vaelith alone, and that some older hidden force guided her hand in its making.