creatures lurk below the deck

Yeah, get your shit together, man, put your goods on the table I want to eat them eatthemeatthemeatthem—

It rips through you like a whirlwind, a cackle and a hurricane. Let it be known that this land is victim to its own fancies. Sometimes, it doesn't mind that you're happy. Sometimes, it can't stand it. Sometimes, it doesn't mind that you're sad. Sometimes, it has to gloat.

This was the latter. The shadows bloomed and pulsed and the trees groaned as they twisted.

the Rift
life between worlds

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[ TRANSFER NOTES: ZÈKLÈ ]

Magic:
Transformation: Can transform into an underwater panther.
The Rift eats your ability to make golems. You don't know how or why, but from somewhere, a random bone is thrown at your head.
The Rift eats the growth of titanium, or rather, stops it dead in its tracks, because you'd look ridiculous ten years on from now otherwise.

Items:
Offensive: A small iron dagger with a black hilt. It bears the name of "Forza", and is enchanted to allow the wielder to see an ongoing event in a nearby land. To trigger the ability, one has to say "the watching shift goes ever on".
The Rift does something to your metal wing.
Offensive: A medium-size, turtle-shaped golem. It's made by Zekle, and made from sandstone, obsidian, titanium, and mother-of-pearl. It's an irascible creature, as likely to obey a command as to do the direct opposite. On occasion, it makes pearls.

Amulets:
They blow up. Poof. But Earth had that one last gift for you, and Kaos the means to power it; if it's just the purpose of the magic, or some agreement beyond the grave (this is, after all, a good thing happening) is impossible to tell, and we'll never know. But your shoulder twitches, and you just know it in your soul that just as the titanium growth has stopped, your wing is fused to you now. It won't fall off. It won't degrade. You can't exactly feel it like you can the other, but it's now part of you in a way it quite wasn't before.

Normal items transfer fine!