Wyrm’s Kidney Stone

There are few objects in Eem with more sinister properties than the kidney stone of a wyrm. While kidney stones are a relatively ordinary, albeit discomforting, condition faced by nearly every creature, once passed they are a benign byproduct of a painful physiological ordeal. This is not so for knobby, cruel, and venomous wyrms.

A wyrm is generally so viperous that their physical parts contain a little understood essence that drains the magic from any being, object, or place. Their hides, bones, organs, eyes, teeth, claws, and sinew are actually laced with a kind of poison that diminish the soul and shrivels the wonders of magic as effectively as salt would shrivel a snail. And in the case of Faerie folk, wizards, enchanters, and magicians–a wyrm’s kidney stone is the most potent piece of a most unpleasant beast–and can be so strong that the gift of magic may never come back.

How one acquires a Wyrm’s kidney stone is best left to one’s imagination, but the process is both hazardous and unpretty.

Witter Pipes

Gnomes are noble creatures and despite their agreeable nature and domestic homeliness, a gnome has an instinct to always do the right thing, whether it manifests as a simple gesture of kindness or the burden of treacherous quest. For this reason gnomes carry a certain amount of stress, the kind of quiet anxiety that only the most vigilant carry. And so, as a reminder of the simple things, gnomes around Eem carry with them a Witter pipe.

Witter pipes are ordinary pipes for smoking, made from wood local to the gnome’s home, carved by hand, and sometimes decorated with familial charms and reminders of happy life events. And though the pipes are simple and unremarkable, they are powerful symbols for: rest, quiet time, and merriment.

The tradition of carrying a Witter pipe dates back to the founding of the Rainbow Brigade. After a long day of danger and peril the Rainbow Brigadiers needed to remember what they were fighting for, and so the gnomes lit pipes, drank tea, and laughed into the night around a crackling fire–danger and peril dashed to the farthest corners of their mind. After all, what’s to fear in dark woods and haunted glens when gnomes are around, nestled by the fire and laughing into the gloomy night?

Wishing Sticks

Wishing Sticks are very special. According to faerie legend there lived a fabled tree named Rym who lived in the age before Eem’s recorded history. Rym’s roots grew deep and her body was split at the base of her trunk by two great branches that wrapped around the entirety of Eem, gripping to each leafy tip like holding hands. The touching of Rym’s branches was called the “Green Harmony” and the enormity of it humbled all faerie folk. But also from Rym’s branches came seeds and fruits and lumber and shade, and the faerie folk were glad.

For more generations than can be counted Rym united the old world by the sturdiness of her branches, until finally in her advanced age she finally let go to peacefully die. The branches fell and shattered into a million million splinters and sticks, and the folk of that time wept for one hundred years, as they gathered up the broken remains of their honored, arbor matron. And with each fragment of Rym, the faeries wished her well and wished her thanks, wheresoever she may rest.

And so the practice of wishing on a stick, more commonly known as wishing sticks, has been preserved to thank aged and decaying trees for the gifts they once bestowed. Be they seed or fruit or lumber or shade, the faerie always wish a dead tree well and always wish them thanks.