Tag: Malagan
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Malagan 932 of the Master Joiner
Lore Hewn from the dense heartwood of coastal ironwood along the outer reef lines of the island nation of Lapita, this artifact was shaped during an ancestral mortuary ceremony honoring a legendary communal carpenter. The intricate carving was created to serve as a sacred temporary vessel for the artisan’s spirit, preserving decades of woodworking knowledge,…
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Malagan 419 of the Master Timberwright
Lore Hewn from the dense heartwood of a storm-felled mangrove along the coastal edges of Lapita, this artifact was shaped during the funeral rite of a legendary master timberwright. The mortuary carving was commissioned to hold the lingering soul of the artisan, preserving his lifetime of structural knowledge, wood-grain intuition, and joinery mastery before his…
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Malagan 72 of the Nest Seers Oath
Rarity: CommonTier: 1Roleplay Emphasis: Egg CandlerSlot: Face (Mask) — Lore: From the whispering rookeries above the Cliff-Coils of Yentara, it is told that a young avian-tender once pleaded to the ancestral spirits for help in saving a clutch of wind-shaken sky-eggs. The old prayers were hewn into driftwood, lacquered with yolk-resin, and set beside a…
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Malagan 56 of the Wick Carvers Trust
Lore: In the smoke-hollows of the Wax-Burrow Cliffs, where ancestral flame was not stoked by wood but by memory-melted wax, the candlekeepers of the Drift-Mourner sect practiced an art both alchemical and spiritual: they harvested grief, sealed it into wax, and carved it into candles to guide souls across the veil. The Malagan 56 of…
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Malagan 42 of the Ember Watchers
Lore: Among the cliff-ringed hollows of south Talaka, where ancestral wind-currents shape the stories whispered through trees and embers flicker with the rhythm of bone-drums, there exists an old practice: to carve the night’s silence into wood. This practice birthed the Ember-Watchers, masks laid beside the sleeping, worn by fire-tenders, or hung from trees to…
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Malagan 87 of Withheld Skin
Lore: Among the Driftwood Reaches of southeastern Ikhalu-Sar, where sea-spray mists curl like whispered breath and ghost-herons fish in moonlight, a strand of Malagan practice endures in silence. Known only through carved tokens left in tangled mangrove roots, the Malagan of Withheld Skin was once worn by scouts tasked with escorting the spirits of drowned…



