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<h2>W ROD OF RISING EARTH</h2>
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<p>A forearm-sized staff made of brass-like metal.</p>
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<p>
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This powerful artifact comes from an era of lost technology. Its core body is
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made of a nigh-indestructible and extremely light metal known as orichalcum,
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encasing a gem formed by crystalized earth spirits. When placed in the center
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of a structure known as "an orichalcum ring", whose nature and construction is
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yet unknown, the rod may lift entire landmasses from the ground and cause them
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to float and move.
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</p>
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<h2>SOULREND</h2>
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<p>The hyper-sharp edge glows with ominous light...</p>
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<p>
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Resembling the lower portion of a shattered greatsword, this artifact is
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almost useless in an actual fight: its true power lies somewhere else. If the
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correct sequence of stances and movements are performed, the wielder may
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isolate a single consciousness present in the stream of souls and sever it
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from the flow. This is a Ritualism effect of extreme potency, made easier if
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the soul in question belongs to someone who recently passed, if they were of
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especially strong character, or if the wielder of Soulrend had a deep personal
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bond with them.
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Depending on the outcome of the Check, the soul might only be temporarily
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severed or even become unable to return to the spiritual stream, doomed to
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gradually vanish into oblivion or trapped in eternal torment.
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</p>
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<h2>TOME OF THE GATE</h2>
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<p>
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A hefty grimoire. Sometimes, the crimson eye on its cover seems to move...
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<p>
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The pages of this ancient-looking book are filled with unreadable gibberish
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and unsettling pictures, portraying nightmarish creatures in their adoration
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of the sky.
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<p>
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If bathed in the light of a full moon, the ink begins to glow a reddish hue
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and rises from the pages, twisting into a network of writhing tendrils that
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tear at reality. This artifact opens a path to the cosmos, which will close at
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daybreak.
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