Staff of Towers
Cursed be the hands of Elf-Wizard Anumaril! Cursed be the pride of Anui-El's get! Lo, did their lithe and wicked fingers weave the world's undoing. While Umaril and his kin suffer a Whitestrake's death, this staff—this sin in eight pieces—remains.
Adamantine: primordial and solemn.
Red: brooding and blood-soaked.
Crystal: profane and inscrutable.
Orichalc: silent and forgotten.
Snow-Throat: cold and forbidding.
Green-Sap: vibrant and wise.
Brass: striding and powerful.
White-Gold: boundless and eternal.
All straight, yet twisted! Bound in metal, stone, and blasphemous oaths! May these eight effigies never find a hand to wield them. May this Staff of Towers remain silent, inert, and beyond the cruel mage's sight. Now and for all time.