Homebrewed on other non standard stuff.
| "The clangor of the swords had
died away, the shouting of the slaughter was hushed; silence lay on the
red-stained snow. The bleak pale sun that glittered so blindingly from
the ice-fields and the snow-covered plains struck sheens of silver from
rent corselet and broken blade, where the dead lay as they had fallen.
The nerveless hand yet gripped the broken hilt; helmeted heads
back-drawn in the death-throes, tilted red beards, and golden beards
grimly upward, as if in last invocation to Ymir the frost-giant, god of
a warrior-race." -- The Frost-Giant's Daughter |
These items have been collected from various sources
and may not be allowed in the campaign. If you want to know, just ask.
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