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The Weapons of the Gods: Rumors and tales to aid you in your search Written by: SageWayren * * * * * Some of you may be searching because you received the following quest from the Shadow Legion Commander, bound to his throne in the Perilous Valley Smite of the Gods Or some of you may be searching out of curiosity, or greed. Regardless, you’ve heard of the ancient weapons of the gods, and you wish to have them as your own. Sit back and listen then, as I tell you what I know: * * * * * Ymir’s Presence High above the frozen lake the champion stood atop the ancient pagoda, looking out across the wet, frozen expanse towards the claws erupting from the earth. As the winter storm raged around him, he embedded his axe into the wall to hold his balance. Figures far below, a blacksmith and a hunter, made their way hurriedly past the lake, west to the valley where the cursed Cimmerians dwell. The next morning, as the sun rose, the light glinted off the axe still stuck in a crevice on that high wall. The champion was nowhere to be seen. Set’s Mistmakers As the fisherman lounged waiting for the day's catch, he saw a strange sight: a man stepped out of his home, let out a cry of anguish and drove his daggers into the stone at his feet. He then left without a word, daggers abandoned where they lie. No others came to retrieve them, and the man never returned. Yog’s Destroyer Ye who seek the blessings of the destroyer, climb high. High above the ancient ruin that wraps around to embrace those that dwell within. High until the sounds of prayer are drowned out by the wind, and the stench of roasted human flesh no longer scorches your nose. Mitra’s Blessing Sand blows violently about the massive stone feet as worshippers gather around the Defender of the Good. They gaze upon the blessing that pierces His holy effigy, frightful of its purpose. It appeared in a flash of thunderous light and none have the courage to approach it, apprehensive they may incur their God's wrath. Swingers of Derketo The apes watched as a shadowy figure stole into their midst. It approached the waterfall from above, and began to descend the nearby wall, as though trying to sneak a glimpse of the terrible queen. Misfortune befell the figure that day: moss-covered rock makes for a slippery surface. No sooner had the figure descended past the point of no return, than their grip failed and they tumbled to their doom. Yamato’s Holiness Rumor tells of a man from the East who sought to escape the Exiled Lands. High in the mountains, where the snow has melted into the green tundra below, he thought to make his escape, sword held forth, in hopes that its Holiness might protect him. But you and I both know that such an attempt is pure folly. If you wish to see proof of his failure you need only go look, his sword lies there still, abandoned where he fell as the ancient magic took hold on his body. Instruments of Jhebbal Sag Go, To where the child, brother to Impisi, dwells. Go, Like a moth to a flame. Go, The beacon is lit, and its sparks rise high. Go, To where the arches meet, curling into horns. Go, Take the instruments, become like unto a beast. Go, Join the hunt, brother. Go...
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