The Dappled Ledger of Velveteen Boughs: A Sharlayan field journal of trees used in forbidden alchemy. Recipes within extract sap that numbs grief — but notes reveal entire forests died after harvesting. The cover still smells faintly of resin and incense.

The Sutra of Hollow Lanterns: A stitched scroll of waxed paper, used once in Doman funerary rites. It details the summoning of ephemeral lanterns to guide spirits safely — or trap them in glass. Margins warn that too many flames lit at once may call something that refuses to depart. 🕸

Chronicle of the Rain-Eaters: An account of weather-working rituals from Yanxia. Diagrams show how offerings placed in shallow bowls could “drink away storms” — but with warnings that the stolen rain sometimes weeps from walls, eaves, and eyes. Some pages remain waterlogged, never drying.

Codex of Ashen Veins: A Mhachi-era treatise on channelling corrupted aether through bloodletting. Diagrams suggest “vein-etching” patterns to store spells under the skin. The book is wrapped in waxed cloth, said to pulse faintly when exposed to moonlight. 🕸

War Notes of the Azure Pyre: A battered field log from the Autumn War, written by a thaumaturge court-martialed for “unhallowed fire.” It details spells that burn without heat, leaving only blue smoke and silence. The last pages are partly charred, yet still faintly warm..

Ink of the Kasha: A tattered bestiary of yokai that prey upon corpses and lost souls. Its brush-stroke illustrations shift faintly when stared at, often curling into flames. Annotated notes suggest “defences” — though some are intentionally smudged, as if by claw marks.

Threads of the Unseen Tapestry: A delicate purple-and-gold tome on weaving invisible patterns into textiles, paper, or hair. Instructions hint at embedding messages, memories, or magical traces into objects, leaving only faint impressions detectable by trained senses. Diagrams move subtly under observation.

The Oni’s Dice: Carved from lacquered wood, inked in crimson. Tossing them produces omens — strange sounds, scents, or phantasms. Each roll seems to tempt fate, as if calling some unseen gambler closer. Those who play too often report waking with bruises shaped like grasping fingers. 🕸

The Shikigami Pouch: A small silk bag embroidered with talismans. When opened, scraps of paper flutter out, folding themselves briefly into animal shapes before burning away. Each use drains something from the holder — vigor, memory, or luck — depending on what form appeared and what is drained from the user. 🕸

The Obon Mask: A festival mask painted with a grinning kitsune visage. When worn, voices of the dead may murmur in the wearer’s ear, often in familiar tones. The mask grows heavier the longer it is worn, until it feels as though someone else is tugging at the strings.

Infinite Satchel: A fine leather satchel, adorned with a multitude of pockets on the outside, the inside enchanted to hold a plethora of items & never become full. It is not recommended to enter the satchel, Woven Whispers is not responsible for any person(s) lost inside.

The Stitcher’s Marionette: A palm-sized doll crudely pieced from fabric scraps. Its limbs twitch faintly when left unattended. Placing it under a pillow is said to ward nightmares — but sometimes the dreamer wakes with fresh needle pricks. 🕸

The Hollow-Shell Pipe: A long pipe carved from conch shell. Smoke from it forms ghostly shapes, but those who inhale too deeply claim the shapes whisper to them at night, asking to be let in.

The Widow-Thread Needles: A small lacquered case holding silver needles. Sewing with them makes the cloth unnaturally resilient, yet every stitch saps strength from the seamstress. Some garments stitched this way seem to “cling” to the wearer’s soul.

The Violet-Tongued Bell: A tarnished bronze handbell wrapped in faded silk. Mortals see a broken bell with no clapper, while supernatural entities perceive it whole, glowing faint violet. When rung, it whispers names, secrets, or debts owed. Mortals feel only a chill in their bones.

Hidden Vessels: An assembly of sealed vessels, each containing some sort of being. Warded against premature release, these jars rumour to hold creatures awaiting a worthy companion. Only by nurturing the entity within can one unlock its unique gifts and forge a bond that transcends the mortal realm. Consider carefully before opening, for once the seal is broken, there is no turning back. [One per customer.]*

Silks: Expertly woven silks of only the finest quality. Surprisingly durable. A plethora of colors available on request!

Silken Thread: Rare spools of inky black silk thread, known for its uncharacteristic strength and durability.

Silken Haoris: Expertly crafted silken hoaris dripping with spiderweb patterns, woven in silver or charcoal silk thread, that subtly drape across the back and sleeves, catching the light with a ghostly sheen. A plethora of colors available.

Mimic tomemark: A simple piece of rectangular colored card stock. When placed into a tome & the tome is shut, the bookmark then copies the pages it is closed in. If one then places it into a journal, it places what was 'tome marked', as if one just opened the tome once more.

Whisper's Brew: A delicate, floral tea with a subtle hint of mint and a soothing velvety texture. Rose petals, Lavender, a pinch of Mint as well as other herbs known for loosening tongues. Those found drinking this brew find themselves sharing more than they may have wished to. [Medium sized tin]

Widows Ink: As the name implies, an ink made of spider venom, purple pigment, & squid ink giving the ink a deep purple hue. Those that come into repeat contact with the dried ink report symptoms of paralysis, numbness, & memory loss.

Spiders Eye: A small, obsidian lens. When looked through, slightly enhances the user's ability to detect lies and hidden agendas. Side effects may include paranoia. Woven Whispers is not responsible for any resulting existential crises.

Codex Tenebrae: A Mhachi ledger of living shadows, its pages stitched from flayed silhouettes. When opened, the ink bleeds upward like smoke, and the reader’s reflection begins to move of its own accord. It is said that to finish the final line is to be rewritten as shade. 🕸

The Althyk Palimpsest: A heretical Sharlayan treatise on time’s undoing, scrawled over itself until past and present decay into one. Its words crawl backward across the page, whispering alternate endings. Scholars claim it consumes memories to sustain its endless revision. 🕸

Scroll of Drowned Light: Sealed in salt-crusted brass, this scripture breathes when near the sea. The ink glows only underwater, forming hymns to a false tide-god whose worshipers were dragged beneath. To recite its verses is to invite the deep to listen back.

The Fulgur Manuscript: Recovered from Nymian ruins blackened by plaguefire, its script pulses with bio-aetheric current. Reading it aloud reanimates what should rest, but the spark that leaps from page to flesh always demands a second host. 🕸

Testament of the Empty Star: A cracked tablet veined with voidglass, still warm to the touch. It whispers to any who gaze too long, promising illumination through annihilation. When invoked, a pale light descends — and something within the caster answers.

The Shard of Broken Horizons: A weathered journal documenting rare skyborne phenomena—lightning that sings faintly, clouds that twist unnaturally, and fleeting aerial spirits. Observations are paired with diagrams of aether currents; some illustrations seem to shift or shimmer when read under moonlight.

The Weeping Concordance: Bound in parchment softened by centuries of tears—some say its ink is distilled grief. Each passage records a name erased from the Lifestream, souls bartered or broken beyond recall. Reading it aloud calls the forgotten to your side for a single question… and they never forget who summoned them.

Bathysmal Phylactery: A sliverbox of barnacled bone and trapped seawater that remembers drowning. Open it and a face beneath the tide will plead a single favor; refuse or betray it and the sea remembers you in your sleep, with salt and teeth. 🕸

The Sable Lens: A small crystal that reveals aetheric threads in the air. Look too long, and one begins to see others’ intentions and desires—sometimes before they even act on them.

Cloak of Soft Echoes: A velvet cloak that dampens sound and conceals one’s presence. Those nearby feel only a faint shiver, as if a secret is passing through—but each use leaves a trace of the wearer’s thoughts behind, floating unseen.

The Veined Coin: A coin carved from obsidian and inlaid with faint aetheric filaments. Passing it in trade ensures honesty—or, failing that, subtle persuasion. Long-term possession begins to blur the line between fortune and debt.

The Smuggler’s Map: A map that shifts subtly to show hidden pathways and illicit caches. Follow it too often, and the paths themselves begin to vanish from memory, leaving only risk. 🕸

The Forsworn Seal: A ring of black glass engraved with an oath that can never be spoken aloud. Press it to parchment, and it binds the promise invisibly—but breaking it brings subtle, lingering consequences.

Silk-Stilled Ink: Records of a brief confinement, a public reprimand, or a stain on your name — unravelled, then rewoven blank. Not erased, simply... hard to recall. Only works on minor offences. Nothing held in stone.

Web-Stilled Step: Chi lays an invisible filament at your heel. For but a few breaths, your passage leaves no sound — not even the brush of fabric. A perfect vanish in the moment. Yet threads fray, and once silence snaps, footsteps often echo louder than before.