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madmarchhare · 1 year ago

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The Monk and the Traveller Ch.1

I have posted a few semi-contiguous snippest of this sotry before, but I wanted to post some of the early chapters as I am going through to proof-read them. Hope you all enjoy.

The story is set in 1908, specifically in Northern Japan.

The sun shone pleasantly overhead, marking the status of midday as it glowed over a forest path, narrow and surrounded by Japanese pines and Siberian Dwarf pines and ground cover, peppered with vibrant flowers. The path was wild, nearly consumed by the wildlife around it. A man walked down the path, holding a khakkhara[1], using it to assist his every other step though he seemed to lack a limp. He wore a kāṣāya, a Buddhist monks robes, which was near black in colour, though bleached a paler colour from sunlight, along with a pair of wooden sandals and black socks, and a paddy hat on top of his head, shielding it from the blistering sun. He was somewhat short, around 5’6” with sloping shoulders and a thin frame, his hands thin but worked, marked by ancient chill banes on his fingers and knuckles. His face was long, somewhat drawn and broken up by a wispy moustache on his top lip. Wise yet temperamental eyes watching the world around him as he advanced forward in a slow but firm gate. He walked on a for a long while, occasionally hearing the echoes of animal calls or watching the shadows of birds as they flew overhead.

“Ah, hello my good sir,” a boisterous voice called out behind the monk, making the man spin his head around to search for the origin. He saw a giant of a man, at least compared to himself, standing over 6’ tall, and broad shouldered. He wore a khaki coloured safari jacket over an open collared white shirt underneath, and trousers that matched the jacket, tucked into a pair of rugged pale boots, the colour of dry mud. His face was mostly obscured by a large maple coloured beard, topped by a thick moustache underneath a thick nose. His eyes were vibrant, full of an unrestrained energy under a pair of thin eyebrows. His brow was large, capped under a pale brown pinned slouch hat, vent holes around the crown. He strode over to the smaller man, a wide smile on his face as he did, the monk noticing a trio of foxes strung at his hip off his belt, and a copper pheasant hung loosely in his right hand.

“Do I know you?” the monk replied sourly, displeased by the interruption as he looked up at the man before him.

“No I don’t believe so,” the man replied jovially as he came abreast to the monk, the latter only now noticing the clear Japanese the Englishman was speaking but pushed past it through his irritation.

“Then why did you call out to me?” he again chided, glancing at the high-quality rifle that gleamed in the sun on his back as well as the two revolvers holstered on the opposite side of his belt.

“Do I need a reason to greet someone?” the man replied pleasantly, getting a sour look in response, not that he seemed to care, “besides, we seem to be going to the same place! Why not have a conversation as we go?” the man continued on boldly, the monk grumbling at the rhetorical question, having a few answers to it.

“… Why do you have so many foxes?” the man asked, deciding to try and satiate his curiosity if he was stuck with the conversation.

“One of the people from the town ahead needed someone to clear a few out, they’ve been going after chickens and the like for a while. I was passing through and offered to help, I spotted the pheasant when I was looking for some more foxes,” he replied happily, lifting up the bird when he mentioned it.

“Why do you have them with you then?” the monk asked, looking up at the man confusedly.

“To see if the man wants the pelts or the meat. If not I skin them and cook the meat to have later,” he responded informatively, the brace the foxes were tied in clinking slightly as he marched forward.

“So you’re a hunter then?” the monk asked, already sure of the answer the Englishman would give in return.

“Among other things yes,” the man replied brusquely, smiling down at the man as they continued down the path. The monk glanced at him from the side, having received a slightly different answer than he had expected. “I just came down form up north, I was doing some hunting in Hokkaido and Sakhalin, oh, Karafuto to you,” he continued, correcting the name of the Island to the Japanese name. The monk looked back up the hunter, curious as he listened to the man though still begrudging in his presence. “What about you, why do you walk this road of yours?” the man asked pleasantly, leaning down slightly to eye-level of the monk, making the latter jump slightly.

He looked at him annoyed, but quickly settled himself, still wearing the unpleasant expression he had throughout. “I am on a spiritual journey, I aim to absolve myself of wants and reach enlightenment,” he replied snappily, expecting a slight dismissal from the foreigner.

“Ah, so you are on an asceitic journey then!” the man replied, making the monk balk(?) in response, surprised that the other man knew the term. “A noble cause, though I could not uphold it myself. I am too fond of the articles of life,” he called back as the monk fell back slightly, still surprised by the foreigner, “a man’s got to have a few vices after all!” he declared with a grand finality, chuckling slightly to himself as he continued on ahead of the other man. He looked at the advancing man, seeing a rucksack on his back next to his rifle, along with an expense pouch[2] at his hip, pushed out of the way of the foxes. He opened his mouth to ask how he knew it, when the man cut him off, “ah, here were are,” pointing out the town in the distance, the pair having walked quickly. He continued forward at his usual pace, smiling comfortably as the monk followed after him with a curious look attempting to press his sour expression from his face, though failing in the end.

They came into the town, the buildings all made of wood, with various eves and gabled rooves, signs strung up around various business, people moving around the streets, pulling carts, hefting merchandise or chatting to themselves as young children played in the street. The taller man received a few looks as he strode through, some disapproving from older men, punctuated by fascinated stares from a few children. But these soon ebbed away, the crowd having mostly seen the man before when he had passed through the first time. The monk was much less fussed over, most attention he received coming from the Englishman’s slipstream, though a few people bowed to him respectfully as he passed, which he returned.

The taller man came to a stop, turning around to the other, “I’m afraid we’ll have to part here, as I need to take these foxes to the man to see if he wants them,” he declared apologetically, smiling nonetheless, “I suppose you have somewhere to stay, regardless,” he added, straightening back up, the monk looking surprised in response.

“Of course, a monk can always count on the peoples hospitality,” he declared grandly, a slight bite of overconfidence nicking at his words. The taller man smiled at him warmly in response, a note of cheek lying hidden in it, thrusting out his hand to grab the monk’s, shaking it firmly.

“Well, then this shall be farewell! I wish you may be well and happy!” releasing the monk’s hand as he finished then striding off in the direction of a number of rice paddies off in the distance. The man watched him go, slightly bewildered at the whirlwind of a man but pushed him from his mind, turning away to continue on his own.

He walked over to a shop. The front display left open as a young woman, slightly taller than himself, and dressed in a plain light blue yukata[3], a white obi[4] tied around her waist, swept outside on the shop patio. The shop was rather unspecific in its sales, displaying everything from sweets and food to calendars, the latter advertising the European date of 1908, the 41st year of Meiji reign[5]. The monk walked over to the stall, bowing to the girl as he came close, working a pleasant smile on his face, the slim woman bowing politely back, gripping the broom as she smiled kindly at him. “Good afternoon young miss,” the monk replied, his voice clear as he looked up to her.

“Good afternoon, [Mr. Priest],” she returned, a note of cheek in her voice as she did.

“Ah, I am but a humble monk on a journey of enlightenment,” speaking grandly as he placed a hand over his chest, looking solemnly up at the sky.

“Humble you are,” the woman responded, and amused expression on her face as she looked down at the man from the patio. The man smiled back pleasantly, adjusting his hat with one hand.

“And as I am on a journey, I wished to ask an honourable person such as yourself if you would lodge me for the night,”

“Oh. No,” the woman responded quickly, before the monk could finish, waiving her hand dismissively as she smiled down at the man, who wore a surprised expression in response.

“What?” he replied, pausing for a moment as his mouth hung open in surprise, before pressing a smile back onto his face. “May I ask why?” he added, his eyebrow twitching from nerves as he asked.

“We’ve got no room to spare,” the girl replied pleasantly still smiling down at the monk, “besides, father doesn’t appreciate freeloaders!” she added happily, the relation in question walking out from the shop behind her to place a box of fruit on a stand, wearing a pair of glasses bound his face by two loops of thread round each ear, a scar coming down above one eye as a medal was pinned onto his yukata, glancing over to the pair with partial disinterest.

The monk bristled slightly as the veteran looked at him, the light turning the lenses opaque, and smiled nervously as he rubbed the back of his head. “I see, I apologise for the disturbance then, I shall ask somewhere else,” he responded genially, holding his hand perpendicular to his chest to offer them a prayer as he left, a nervous smile on his face as he felt the gaze of the veteran, who looked at the fleeing holy man with bemused confusion as his daughter smiled cheekily as he fled. The monk walked quickly away from the store, assuring himself that the next place would let him stay.

After about five hours, he was sat on a bench slouching as he stared at the ground, his steepled hands pressing into the bridge of his nose, a look of despair on his face. “How can no one have a single free room?” he asked himself weakly, pressing his face into his palm as he tilted his head back, groaning. By this is point it was beginning to get dark, the light slowly dimming with the descending sun. He knew that it would probably be warm enough to sleep outside, but had been hoping to sleep on a mat as he was near a town. To say nothing of an aversion to being rained on during the night. He pulled his hand from his face, feeling his hat shift on top of his head slightly as he stared up further into the sky. He had heard some of the towns people talking about an inn on the other side of town, so he decided to try there.

“Hopefully the owner is charitable, or a patron will be kind,” they muttered weakly to themselves, his sandals clacking on the packed dirt of the street as he walked forward, watched by a number of stray cats. The inn was the largest building in town, a sign over the entrance stating the owners name proudly: ‘Surogasu Inn’. He pushed open the front door, the light from inside making him wince as he let the door fall closed behind him as he stepped into the lobby. The room was well lit, incandescent bulbs hung from the walls, likely the only ones in the town. The floor was made of wooden planks until a certain point, where it transitioned to tatami[6] mats, a few shoes placed into racks nearby. The clerk was stood behind the counter at the side of the room, made from polished wood and black iron, reading from a novel, the back of his hand obscuring the title. The monk stepped over to the clerk, a wide faced, broad shouldered man wearing an impassive expression as he read.

“How may I help you?” the clerk asked somewhat gruffly though sounding polite nonetheless as he asked, placing his book upside down on the counter, the pages against the wood.

“Hello my good sir, I am journeying to find enlightenment, while aiding those around me on this journey as best I can. I was wondering if you would offer me a room for the night, so I may rest and continue my journey?” the monk spealed out, his face pressed into a Cheshire cat smile, his hands pressed together as he bowed slightly to the man.

“That’ll be 20 ¥ for one night,” the clerk replied pleasantly, though his face not quite reflecting it. The monk looked at him deadpan for a moment before giving a light laugh.

“Ah, I had assumed that, through grace of charity you would grant me a room,” he replied, looking across at the man encouragingly, attempting to coax the gift from him.

“No,” the man replied simply, “rooms are for those who pay,” staring boredly at the man, cocking his head to the side to press his point.

The monk gave a nervous smile back, his eye twitching slightly as he held onto his staff. “Ah, but I am a man of faith! I am sure that if you get your master, or the owner of this place they will attest how foolish it would be for me to pay,” the monk replied, a conman’s tone meshing in his voice as he spoke, letting his staff fall into the crux of his arm as he placed the hand that had held it to his chest, gesturing widely with the other.

The clerk’s countenance shift into one of agitation, turning over to the holy man furiously, straightening up. “I am the owner,” he responded firmly, “and I fail to see how it would be ‘foolish’ to make you pay,” leaning over the counter to peer down at the other man.

“Well, ah, I had not wished to tell you an bring you alarm… But a dreadful spirit haunts this place. I have come here to dispel it, allowing it to pass on, simply in return for a room for the night,” he retorted, throwing out the theatrics, his staff clinking as he shifted it, the rings bound at its head clacking together. The owner looked at him deadpan, walking back away from the counter, then out from behind it, walking slowly around to the monk.

He looked down at the holy man, wearing a neutral expression, before grabbing him by his robe and hefting him up into the air. “First you try to get a room for free then you say my Inn is haunted?!” he roared, shaking him violently, the man’s staff rattling loudly because of it.

“Sir, please! Anger will only aggravate the spirit!” the monk cried back, forcing a confident look on his face, the owner’s twisting further from fury.

“That is it, I am throwing you out!” her declared, dragging him towards the door.

“Wh-I am trying to- I shall place a curse on you, you miserly bastard!” the monk blabbered back, stammering as he was dragged by the bigger man.

“Your presence is curse enough!” he retorted, flinging him closer to the door as the both squabbled, the smaller man smacking at him like a furious cat.

“What’s going on?” a voice suddenly boomed out from behind them, along with the sound of firm footsteps on the matted floor. Both the other two men turned around to the voice, the monk still held in the clerks’ grip, who himself was shoving one hand against his face, trying to push himself away. They saw across from them the man the monk had met on the walk, now in an unbuttoned white suit, his tie tucked into his light blue striped shirt with a mandarin collar.

“Oh, just an unruly guest, sir,” the master declared, “please don’t worry!” smiling at the man as the foreigner himself inspected the bundle the two had tied themselves into.

He spotted the monk and smiled at him, “ah, my good chap you’re here! Though, I did not expect a monk would be unruly!” he called, strutting closer as he put an arm behind his back smiling warmly to the both of them.

“I had simply wanted to dispel the spirits haunting this place, and only asked a room the night in return,” he narrated back his half-honesty just as the owner shook him by the robe again.

“No, you just wanted to scrounge a free room of me you mad monk!” the owner cried back, the two devolving into a shouting match as the taller man watched, smiling jovially as he gave a light chuckle.

“If this is a matter of money, I am can simply pay for his room!” he declared, coming up closer to the man, placing his hand on the owners shoulder, the man looking up at him surprised. “That would solve the matter, yes, Surogasu-San?”[7] he asked, already expecting his answer as he towered over the pair.

“Uh, yes of course,” Surogasu replied, having been caught off step as he let go of the monk, who fell to the floor, landing on all fours. The Englishman placed the money into the owners hand, not bothering to ask the cost nor for the change as he walked over to the other man.

“I suppose I both got to wish you good fortune and enact it, eh? my good chap!” the man declared with great relish, Surogasu behind him doing a double take between the money he had been given and its previous owner before silently gripping it and going behind the counter.

“Yes, I suppose you did,” the monk replied, somewhat coldly though trying to be appreciative.

The taller man wrapped his arm around the holy man’s shoulder, pulling him close, the smaller man in question stiffening up as he did. “As I paid for your room, the least you can give me is your name!” he declared kindly, striding forward and dragging the man in tow.

The monk managed to wrestle himself free, not that the other man was exerting much to encapture him. “… Nekomata, Nekomata Cherry. But call me Cherry if you must,” Cherry responded after a moment, adjusting his clothes. “And your name?” he asked the taller man, who smiled back in response.

“Elisah Collier,” he replied, moving to grab Cherry’s hand and shaking it vigorously, practically bouncing the man on the mat, “call me Collier,” he finished, releasing his hands as he turned. “The farmer I shot those foxes for only wanted two, so I kept the last one and the pheasant as well! Come have them with me, I fried the meat with some fresh fruit and herbs! You’ll love it!” he rambled on as he marched forward, Surogasu coming up aside of Cherry to politely hand him his room key and nod to him warmly.

“I hope you enjoy your stay, Nerkomata-Sama[8], a monk of your calibre is most welcome,” he stated, bowing to him slightly as he offered a prayer. Cherry, looked down at him confusedly until the other man raised up and walked back to the counter, accompanied by the sound of rattling coins which somewhat explained his change in demeanour. “I would recommend your catch up to your benefactor, he walks quickly,” the man added, making Cherry realise and hurry after the man, not wanting to make poor on a favour.

[1] Sometimes called a Pewter Staff in English, it is a metal staff topped with multiple metal rings. It is traditionally carried by Buddhist monks in East Asia.

[2] A small satchel ,often worn by a shoulder strap where loose ammunition or ammunition packets are placed for ease of access.

[3] A lighter, summery version of a kimono, made from soft lightweight material such as cotton and fastened with a sash[obi].

[4] A sash used to fasten together a kimono. For women, it is usually decorative with a separate piece of fabric actually fasting it underneath the obi.

[5] Referring to the reign of Emperor Mutushito, commonly known as Emperor Meiji.

[6] Flooring made of rice straw with cloth edging, typically in a 2:1 size ratio. A staple of Japanese home design, previously used as flooring in every room in Japanese homes, though now more typically reserved for a single room in the home.

[7] A Japanese honorific equivalent to Mr. or Mrs.

[8] A Japanese honorific used when addressing lords, gods or customers.

#original writing #creative writing #writing #japan #historical fiction #HMAD

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shanny-banany · 2 years ago

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Thank you for the tag @29rynoah! This was so fun!!!

The game is to find the words given by the tagger in your wips and then tag whoever you want with new words to find.

tagging @tonguetiedraven and @marble-wolf (if you want)

your words: connection, burn, eyebrow, mood, lift

my words were: sky, tears, laugh, fingers, treasure

sky

Renzou slapped his hands onto his knees and leaned forward enthusiastically like he was being clued into a juicy secret, the prospect of a fresh romance lighting up his features. “And how long have ya had a crush on this mystery person?”

“Since I met ‘em, I think.”

“Whaddya mean you ‘think’?” Renzou’s face scrunched up in confusion, pulling back a little like Rin’s uncertainty had personally offended him.

“Uh...well,” Rin fumbled for a moment, unsure of how to explain. Scratching his chin, Rin tilted his head back to stare up at the sky, the drifting clouds overhead providing a welcome distraction from the way Renzou was studying him. Was there a right way to answer? “Have you ever thought you just thought a guy was really cool only to realize you definitely wanna make out with him?” Rin tentatively asked, looking back at his friend as he felt his cheeks start to heat up with the admission. Renzou immediately looked far too understanding and he didn’t like that one bit.

“Can’t say that I have. Have ya told this super cool guy you wanna make out with him?” Renzou asked with a small smile that was equal parts teasing and genuinely curious. Rin snorted humorlessly and rolled his eyes.

“As if. He’s so far out of my league it feels like a divine punishment.”

tears

A snippet from the small bit of my Atlantis AU I have written while I’m still tinkering with the idea. As of my current notes/outlines it’s more aoex if it was Atlantis influenced rather than a full AU.

His lips curled back over long, sharp, deadly teeth, snarling out a series of growls, deep rumbles that seemed to come directly from his chest rather than vocal cords, and raspy, rolling hisses.

A whimpered “Bon” from Renzou drew a quick flick of his eyes, unwilling to fully pull his attention from the threat in front of him. Tears were streaking down his friend's face as he shakily held his khakkhara defensively, Konekomaru angling his body to shield the beads wrapped around Ryuuji’s hand from view. Warmth flooded his chest, the sight of their unceasing loyalty enough to stall Ryuuji’s panic stricken brain long enough to really hear the terrifying sounds being directed at them.

His gaze snapped back to the demon at the head of the group, taking in his passive stance and nearly bursting with excitement as Ryuuji identified the language of Gehenna.

He was trying to communicate.

laugh

Bon/Rin established relationship, the boys get assigned a mission together complete with shoddy disguises!

Rin flapped his hand dismissively. “Yeah yeah, whatever. I’m just sayin’, I don’t see why we can’t look good while doing it. ‘Sides, look at all this neat stuff Light has! Why waste the opportunity?”

“There are plenty of other opportunities. This is serious,” Ryuuji scolded, face still buried in the box of props and entirely missing the way that Rin’s mouth popped open at the implications of that statement.

Tossing aside the cowboy hat he’d been holding, Rin reached out for Ryuuji, gripping onto his bicep to get his attention.

“Other…do you guys dress up often?!” Rin practically shrieked when their eyes met.

“It’s not dressin' up! We’re concealing our identities!” The bright blush that spread across his cheeks immediately contradicted the words. Lewin definitely got far too much enjoyment from the many absurd getups he’d forced Ryuuji into ‘for the good of the mission’.

Rin smirked, his lips twitching under the pressure of a barely contained laugh, and quirked one eyebrow up in a clear challenge. “Sounds like a fancy way to say dressin’ up to me.”

fingers

True Cross Academy gets its own romantic advice column entirely because I’m a sap and half the cram group are not so secretly also saps!

Dearest Readers,

Today's submission comes from someone feeling hopeless in their pursuit of love. Their admired is strong willed and intelligent, but perhaps a little too busy for romance? Not to worry, my kogitsune! All you have to do is show that you’re worth diverting some of their time and attention! Small acts of consideration that show you value their interests are the best way to capture their heart! If they’ve had a long day hard at work, try dropping by with a warm meal. Show that you respect where their priorities lie while proving you’re able to be a part of it! Best of luck, admirer, let us know of your successes!

Love, Otohime gitsune ♡

Rin nearly squealed with his excitement, fingers trailing reverently over the words on his screen. They’d answered his submission! And they made it all sound so easy. All he had to do was prove he was worth Ryuuji’s time.

Dropping his phone onto his desk, Rin turned to pace around his room while he worked out how to use this advice. He couldn’t do exactly what the post said, half the cram group followed the blog and it would be immediately obvious. Maybe something a little different but still the same type of act? A glance at the time showed that Ryuuji would surely be in the library right now for a frenzied study session before he had to meet Light. Maybe a caffeinated drink since his nights with his new master seemed to be getting longer and longer? Rin could grab him a snack too, something good for energy and sure to actually be helpful with all the responsibilities Ryuuji had taken on.

Grinning, Rin snatched up his phone and wallet and bolted for the door, mind racing with possible ideas to show Ryuuji how much he cared. He could prove that he wouldn’t hold Ryuuji back.

I don’t have any with treasure, but now I’m determined to work it in somewhere lol

#tag game #bonrin

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niteshade925 · 2 years ago

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There are lot of Buddhist influence in both Liyue and Inazuma's character designs (which is fitting, given the influence of Buddhism in Chinese and Japanese cultures):

Xiao is a Yaksha/夜叉, and yakshas are (mostly malevolent) spirits in Buddhism.

The boss form of Raiden Shogun the robot specifically looks like the Five Wisdom Kings of Vajrayana/Esoteric Buddhism (Shingon/Tangmi/Mizong):

And now Wanderer's signature catalyst, which is most definitely the sacred bell significant to Esoteric Buddhism that represents wisdom, called Vajra Ghanta/Dril-bu/Lingchu/Gokorei (name differs depending on the language; the 4 listed here are Sanskrit, Tibetan, Chinese, and Japanese respectively)

Note that the same bell also appeared in Sekiro, the bell that gets you into the Illusive Hall where the Folding Screen Monkeys are:

In Esoteric Buddhism, this bell is often paired with the Vajra/Dorje/Jingang/Kongosho (these are the names in Sanskrit, Tibetan, Chinese, and Japanese respectively), which is the two ended object in the real picture above that respresents a lightning bolt or the "method". This is fittingly held by the boss form of Raiden Shogun (see the middle arm floating behind her, which held a modified version of the Vajra).

The metal loop ornaments attached to the ribbons hanging off of Wanderer's hat looks like the top of a Khakkhara/Khar sil/Xizhang/Shakujo/Seokjang (Sanskrit/Tibetan/Chinese/Japanese/Korean) staff. Famously, Tang Sanzang/Tripitaka carried a nine-looped version of the Khakkhara staff in novel Journey to the West.

Anyway that's just 4 of the many Buddhism references in Genshin so far. There are a lot more in the story itself.

#genshin impact #buddhism #liyue #inazuma #sumeru #xiao #raiden shogun #wanderer

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roesart · 8 years ago

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RPG equipment time

yes i'm still brainstorming my rpg stuff

Fighter:

weapon - staves, daggers, short swords, bows, shields, hammers, short spears,

body - cloth, light armor, medium armor

head - caps, headbands, hats, clips, crowns, headgear, helmets

Healer:

weapon - khakkharas and staves

body - cloth, light armor

head - caps, headbands, hats, clips, crowns

Mage:

Weapon - staves and tomes

body - cloth, light armor

head - caps, headbands, hats, clips, crowns

thief:

Weapon - daggers, short swords, bows

body - cloth, light armor

head - caps, headbands, hats, clips, crowns

Performer:

Weapon - bows, instruments, ribbons

body - cloth

head - caps, headbands, hats, clips, crowns

Pugilist??:

weapon: None

body - cloth, light armor, medium armor

head - caps, headbands, hats, clips, crowns, headgear

Fortress Knight:

weapon - shields, great shields, short swords, great swords, hammers, warhammers, short spears, spears

body - cloth, light armor, medium armor, heavy armor

head - caps, headbands, hats, clips, crowns, headgear, helmets, great helms

Paladin:

weapon - shields, short swords, hammers, short spears

body - cloth, light armor, medium armor, heavy armor

head - caps, headbands, hats, clips, crowns, headgear, helmets, great helms

Pikeman??:

weapon - short spears, spears, shields

body - cloth, light armor, medium armor

head - caps, headbands, hats, clips, crowns, headgear, helmets

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nemesisbinxartifactseries · 5 years ago

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Artifact Series B

B. F. Skinner's Baby Tender

B. F. Skinner's Dippy Bird *

Baba Gulabgir’s Flute

Babe Ruth's 714th Baseball

Babe Ruth's Baseball Bat *

Babe Ruth's Baseball Glove

Babel Stones *

Babushka's Scrub Brush

Babylonian Battery *

BACCCU Horn

Back Dorm Boys' Basketball Jerseys

Badea Cârțan’s Coat

Badge of the 6th Northern Light Infantry

Bag of Holding Messenger Bag

Bag of Seeds from the Pavlovsk Experimental Station

Baiju Bawra's Oil Lamp

Bakelite Dress Clip

Baku Statue

Balclutha

Balancing 2B Pencil

Balcony of Capulet's House

Balda's Bough of Mistletoe

Balthasar Gérard’s Pig Bladder

Banksy’s Drinking Glass

Barbwire from Auschwitz

Barnard Elliott Bee Jr.'s Civil War Uniform

Baron Humbert von Gikkingen and Louise Statues

Baron Samedi's Top Hat

Barry Larkin's Olympic Torch

Barry Seal's Aviation Radio and Headset *

Barry White's 1979 Stutz IV-Porte

Barstool from the Cedar Tavern

Bartolomeo Scappi's Cloche

Bartending Beer Taps

Barthelemy de Chasseneuz's Wig

Bartholomew Roberts’ Marine Sandglass and Chip Log

Baruch Spinoza’s Icosahedron

The Basano Vase

The Baseball that killed Ray Chapman

Basilikon Doron

Bassoon from the Premiere of The Rite of Spring

Bass Reeves' Marshal Badge

Ba Statuette

Bataan Death March Dogtags *

Bat-Signal

Battle of Trenton Hessian Plate

Bavarian Breaking Wheel Machine

Baychimo Ship’s Wheel

The Bayeux Tapestry

Baylor Dodgeball *

'Beach Blanket Bingo' Bingo Stamper

The Beach Boys' Surfboard

The Bean Family's Chains

Bean Nighe Washing Rag

Beatrice Portinari's Shroud

Beatrix Kiddo's Hatori Hanzo Katana

Beatrix Potter's Scarf

Beatrix Potter's Tea Set *

Beau Brummell's Cravat

The Beau Sancy

Beauty and the Beast's Rose

Bedlam Cot

Beethoven's Ear Horn

Beethoven's Piano

Bela Lugosi's Cape

Bell and Howell's Spectroscope *

Belle Boyd's Dress

Belle Gunness' Wheelbarrow

Bellerophon’s Bridle

Bell from Carmo Convent

Bell X-1 "Glamorous Glennis"

Belt Buckle from 9/11

Ben Kuhl’s Letter

Bender Family Hammer and Knife

Benedict Arnold's Sword

Benedict Arnold's Wig

Benedict of Aniane's Rosary

Benito de Soto’s Black Joke

Benito Mussolini's Brass Knuckles

Benjamin Disraeli's Wreath

Benjamin Franklin Keith’s Theater Seat

Benjamin Franklin's Glass Armonica

Benjamin Franklin's Keys

Benjamin Franklin's Lightning Rod *

Benjamin Franklin's Ring *

Benjamin Guggenheim's Deck Chair

Benjamin Harrison's Wax Cylinder

Benjamin Hornigold's Tri-Corner Hat

Benjamin Waterhouse Hawkins' Gloves

Benkei's Weapons Pouch

Benny Binion’s $10,000 Bill

Benny Goodman's Clarinet

Benvenuto Cellini's Salt Cellar and Silver Spoon

Beowulf's Sword

Berlin Wall Spray Paint *

Bernard Bosanquet's Cricket Ball

Bert Acosta's Aviator Goggles and Cap

Bertel Thorvaldsen's Chisel

Bertram Forer's Paper Ball

Bertrand Russell's Teapot

Berzerk Arcade Console

Besarion Jughashvili's Leather Boots

Bessus' Crucifix

Best Friend Bracelets

"Best of the 80s" Jukebox

Beta Version of Civilization: Call to Power

Betsy Ross' Sewing Needle

Bettie Page's Leather Corset

Betty Crocker's First Cookbook

Betty MacDonald's Pouch

Betty White's Pearl Earrings

Beverly Hills Supper Club Cash Register

Bian Que’s Acupuncture Needles

Bian Que's Tea Kettle

Bianca Lawson/Kendra Young's Stake 'Mr. Pointy'

Bickering Halloween Statues

Biddenden Maids' Cake Pan

Bifocals of Hormonal Youth

Bill Anderson's Apron

Bill Bailey's Skimmer Hat

Bill Clinton's Saxophone *

Bill Cosby's Radio

Bill France Sr.'s Key Bowl

Bill Gates' High School Reunion Invitation

Bill Haast’s First Aid Kit

Bill Hicks’ Contact Lens

Bill Kaysing's Feather

Bill O'Reilly's No-Spin Pen

Bill Todman's 'Penny Ante' Board *

Bill Watterson's Transmogrifier Gun

Billy Bretherton's Bug Spray

Billy Club from the Standford Prison Experiment

Billy Hodgson's Teddy Bear

Billy Joel's Harmonica

Billy Joel's Piano

Billy Loomis' Cell Phone

Billy Mays' Placebo Products

Billy Mitchell's Air Force Goggles

Billy the Kid's Boots

Billy the Kid's Repeater

Billy the Puppet's Tricycle

Binding Norse Key

Bing Crosby's Record Player

Binnacle from the USS Squalus *

Bird's Eye Magnifying Glass

Bird's Postal Hat

"Birmingham Badgers' Underwear" *

Birmingham Precinct 7 "Blotube" *

Birthing Charm

Biwa-bokuboku

Bertram Forer's Paper Ball

Black Bart's Cannon *

Black Bart's Sextant

Black Canary's Fishnet Leggings

Black Cookie Jar

Black Denim Trousers of the Terror of Highway 101

Black Hawk's Shackles

Black Hole of Calcutta Monument

Black Oni Mask

Black Oragon Figurehead Fragment *

Black Jake's Faro Table

Black Ribbon from the 2013 London Marathon

Blackthorn Shillelagh

Blade Runner Clapboard

Blade’s Katana

Blaise de Vigenere's Inkwell

Blaise Pascal's Calculator

The Bleeding Hand

Blendtec Blender

Blindness Inducing Candelabra *

Blood Saturated Rwandan Towel

Bloody "Bee" Playing Cards

Blueberry Hill

Blues Brothers' Hats

Blueprint for the Leaning Tower of Pisa *

Blueprint for the Taj Mahal *

Blue Suede Shoes

Boa Vista Plantation Token *

Bob Beamon’s Sand Pit

Bob Braham’s Lifejacket

Bob Dylan's Bus Transfer *

Bob Falfa's Black '55 Chevy

Bob Fosse's Bowler Hat

Bob Hope's Handkerchief

Bob Johnstone's Microphone

Bob Marley's Hairpick

Bob Ross' Palette & Easel

Bobbie the Wonder Dog's Tags

Bobby Baker’s Vending Machine

Bobby Blackburn's Crocodile Teeth Dentures

Bobby Fischer's Bag of Marbles *

Bobby Jones' Golf Clubs *

Bodhan Stashynsky's Gas Gun

Bodhidharma's Cloak

Bodhidharma's Slippers *

Bola Spider Bolas

Bolaji Badejo's Beret

Boombox from Say Anything

The Bonnot Gang’s Limousine

Bookshelf of Isaac Asimov's Complete Works

Boots from the Grande Armée

Borgia Family Cup

Boris Karloff's Frankenstein Costume

Boroboroton

Boston Pope Night Carts

Bottomless Canteen

Bottomless Cookie Jar *

Boudica's Helmet

Bound and Stuffed Doll

Bow of Eros

Bow of Leif Ericson's Ship

Bowl of Golden Apples *

Box of Tomatoes from La Tomatina

Brad Anderson's Dog Collar

Bradshaw Dreamtime Rock Painting

Brahan Seer’s Adder Stone

Brainwashing Antennae *

Bram Stoker's Crucifix

Bran the Blessed's Cauldron

Braun Couple's Flying Knives

Brendan O'Carroll's Garters

Breogan’s Mirror

Brian G. Hughes Umbrella

Briar Pipe Collection

Briar Rose's Spindle Fuse

Brick from the Berlin Wall *

Bricks from the Collyer Brothers Home

Brick from the Great Wall of China

Brick from the K Foundation

Brigadier General Laverlong's Elephant Walking Stick *

Bridge Plank from Tsingy de Bemaraha

British WWI Soldier's Helmet from the Battle of the Somme River

Britanic Davit

Brodie Smith's Frisbee

Bronze Dragon Token

Bronze Locust

Broxodent Electric Toothbrush

Bruce Lee's Punching Bag *

Bruce Nolan's Hairnet

Brumberger Industrial Slide Projector

Brutus' Dagger

Bryce Dion's Headphones

Buckminster Fuller’s Geodesic Dome Model

Buckskin Frank Leslie's Rifle

Buddy Holly's Sunglasses

Buddha's Alm Bowl

Buddha's Bodhi Tree

Buddha's Khakkhara

Buddy Ebsen’s Funnel

Buddy Rich's Drums *

Buddy's Leash & Collar

Buffalo Bill's Mail Bag

Bugsy Siegel's Knuckle Dusters

Bullfighter Estoque

Bull Summoning China Cabinet

Bunbuku Chagama Kettle

Bunny Man's Axe

Burning Coins

Burt Munro’s Indian Scout

Burt Shavitz's Bee Smoker

Busby Berkely's Flask *

Buster Crash Test Dummy

Bust of Diocletian

Butch Cassidy's Pistol

Butch Cassidy's Revolver

Butter Churn from Lancaster County

Buying Naked For-Sale Sign

Byford Dolphin Diving Bell

Byzantine Iron Rod

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