My attempts! I might have gone a little off-tangent the Nature theme, but I'm hoping that Totems and Spirits come close. If not, I had fun writing these, anyway. 
Obligatory disclaimer: my second try at designing weapons.
I went for the Serenspirits mostly because there were handily two of them, and it makes for a pretty nice matched set. Put in a few little allusions to Lisaera and Charune, as well.
Obligatory disclaimer: my second try at designing weapons.QUOTE
Appearance: Moon's Tempest
Dropped: An ancient moonhart flail lies on the ground here, its three metallic balls flickering erratically with silver lightning.
Examined: The handle of this flail has been sculpted from finest moonhart wood and polished to a dull silver sheen from years of use, though the etchings that cover its exposed surface still stand in sharp relief. Meticulously carved with elegant lines and rare detail, the three Avatars of Moon span the expanse of argent wood, each depicted in valiant battle and framed within an intricately-chiseled embrace of flowering vines. Just above the grip of wrapped leather, the Crone raises one finger in implied threat, her eyes chips of fiery emerald that seem to glow with the potent potential of her curse. The Mother, in a pose of contrasting serenity, spreads her hands in encompassing benevolence around the middle of the handle, the unblemished moonstone that makes up her gaze giving her an air of tranquil self-possession. At the very top of the curving wood, the Maiden is poised in the midst of combat, her topaz eyes sparking a furious amber as she lifts her arms in passionate invocation. The uncanny glimmer of crushed powerstone wreathes her upraised palms and spirals down the entire length of the handle, the miniscule shards radiating a subtle power as a symbol of her blessing. Three wrought-metal chains blossom from the tip of the handle, molded into the shape of three flourishing vines complete with tiny flowers and thorns, each made of several twists of platinum and steel woven in on themselves to provide extra weight and strength. Anchoring the ends of these chains are three spiked balls, crafted from a sterling metallic alloy that constantly shifts in shade, evoking the sense of a sky roiling with stormclouds. Every so often, pure silver lightning darts across their surface, flickering with a wild, atavistic energy.
Note - if the last sentence is too.. magical, it can be replaced with "Every so often, when the light catches on the balls at just the right angle, a streak of pure silver darts across their surfaces like lightning, flashing briefly with a wild, atavistic energy."
Dropped: An ancient moonhart flail lies on the ground here, its three metallic balls flickering erratically with silver lightning.
Examined: The handle of this flail has been sculpted from finest moonhart wood and polished to a dull silver sheen from years of use, though the etchings that cover its exposed surface still stand in sharp relief. Meticulously carved with elegant lines and rare detail, the three Avatars of Moon span the expanse of argent wood, each depicted in valiant battle and framed within an intricately-chiseled embrace of flowering vines. Just above the grip of wrapped leather, the Crone raises one finger in implied threat, her eyes chips of fiery emerald that seem to glow with the potent potential of her curse. The Mother, in a pose of contrasting serenity, spreads her hands in encompassing benevolence around the middle of the handle, the unblemished moonstone that makes up her gaze giving her an air of tranquil self-possession. At the very top of the curving wood, the Maiden is poised in the midst of combat, her topaz eyes sparking a furious amber as she lifts her arms in passionate invocation. The uncanny glimmer of crushed powerstone wreathes her upraised palms and spirals down the entire length of the handle, the miniscule shards radiating a subtle power as a symbol of her blessing. Three wrought-metal chains blossom from the tip of the handle, molded into the shape of three flourishing vines complete with tiny flowers and thorns, each made of several twists of platinum and steel woven in on themselves to provide extra weight and strength. Anchoring the ends of these chains are three spiked balls, crafted from a sterling metallic alloy that constantly shifts in shade, evoking the sense of a sky roiling with stormclouds. Every so often, pure silver lightning darts across their surface, flickering with a wild, atavistic energy.
Note - if the last sentence is too.. magical, it can be replaced with "Every so often, when the light catches on the balls at just the right angle, a streak of pure silver darts across their surfaces like lightning, flashing briefly with a wild, atavistic energy."
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Appearance: White Hart's Wrath
Dropped: An ancient moonhart flail lies on the ground here, its three metallic balls pulsing with leashed energy.
Examined: The handle of this flail has been sculpted from finest moonhart wood and polished to a dull silver sheen from years of use, though the etchings that cover its exposed surface still stand in splendid relief. Superbly carved with clean strokes and rare precision, White Hart dominates the upper expanse of argent wood, poised in the midst of a full-throated call of challenge. A sense of majesty imbues every line of his figure, which is dusted with gleaming powdered powerstone and caught forever in mid-rear; cloven hooves paw the air as he tosses his head back to bell defiance, his magnificent spread of antlers carved to convey both menace and beauty in its detail. Picked out in darkest onyx crushed to a fine powder and embedded in the wood, the shadowy silhouette of Crow lies broken beneath White Hart's hooves, the shimmer of the gem worn away to an empty lustre. Stylised suggestions of wildfire wreathe the Stag's victorious form, edged in shards of garnet and opal that symbolise the fury of his wrath. Just above the grip of wrapped leather and on the opposite side of Crow, the faint impression of a centaur has been incised upon the wood, raising a nocked bow, while a sword lies sheathed at his hip. Three wrought-metal chains blossom from the tip of the handle, molded into the shape of flowering vines complete with tiny flowers and thorns, each made of several twists of iron and gold entwined upon themselves to provide extra weight and strength. Each of these chains bears a spiked ball at its end, crafted from a metallic alloy that shifts constantly in hue, the surface a swirling palette of the nuances of silver, gold, and red that makes it appear to pulse with barely leashed energy.
Dropped: An ancient moonhart flail lies on the ground here, its three metallic balls pulsing with leashed energy.
Examined: The handle of this flail has been sculpted from finest moonhart wood and polished to a dull silver sheen from years of use, though the etchings that cover its exposed surface still stand in splendid relief. Superbly carved with clean strokes and rare precision, White Hart dominates the upper expanse of argent wood, poised in the midst of a full-throated call of challenge. A sense of majesty imbues every line of his figure, which is dusted with gleaming powdered powerstone and caught forever in mid-rear; cloven hooves paw the air as he tosses his head back to bell defiance, his magnificent spread of antlers carved to convey both menace and beauty in its detail. Picked out in darkest onyx crushed to a fine powder and embedded in the wood, the shadowy silhouette of Crow lies broken beneath White Hart's hooves, the shimmer of the gem worn away to an empty lustre. Stylised suggestions of wildfire wreathe the Stag's victorious form, edged in shards of garnet and opal that symbolise the fury of his wrath. Just above the grip of wrapped leather and on the opposite side of Crow, the faint impression of a centaur has been incised upon the wood, raising a nocked bow, while a sword lies sheathed at his hip. Three wrought-metal chains blossom from the tip of the handle, molded into the shape of flowering vines complete with tiny flowers and thorns, each made of several twists of iron and gold entwined upon themselves to provide extra weight and strength. Each of these chains bears a spiked ball at its end, crafted from a metallic alloy that shifts constantly in hue, the surface a swirling palette of the nuances of silver, gold, and red that makes it appear to pulse with barely leashed energy.
I went for the Serenspirits mostly because there were handily two of them, and it makes for a pretty nice matched set. Put in a few little allusions to Lisaera and Charune, as well.
