Things of Power

The grasses of the plain blow unremarkably in an ambient gentle breeze beneath a cloudless sky. A wholly boring landscape setting the stage for a single, marble podium with a large red tome resting on top. A simple shake tells you the pillar is unmovable. A quick attempt at theft tells you the same of the tome. The cover, however, yields, opening to page after page of scrawled handwriting. A history of the blades and wondrous items that have traveled past, as you do now. Quill in hand, you write down the name of that rapier you like so much, and when you instinctively reach down for it, you find that it is gone. Elsewhere, a faint clanking can be heard atop a gleaming hoard as the dragon at its base smiles. The Book of Treasures was the best investment it ever made.

-- WorrierMN (he/him)