A Threnody of Forgotten Feasts: A leather-bound journal combining culinary and ritual practices. It records how certain flavors, scents, and timings can provoke fleeting magical effects in communal gatherings, or leave impressions on memory and mood. Some recipes are incomplete, leaving the practitioner guessing.

The Clockwork Sermons: A worn, grease-stained manuscript chronicling cultic rites that merge mechanical constructs with aetheric resonance. Pages contain schematics of small automata used to transmit moods or influence gatherings, but portions are smudged or scratched out, leaving incomplete instructions.

Bones of the Silent Choir: A brittle, bone-hued codex cataloguing vocal and harmonic rituals where sound can move or influence raw aether. Pages include notations of frequencies, tonal diagrams, and faint warnings. Some passages hint at “resonances that linger,” which can affect the reader’s own voice or presence if read aloud.

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 Grey Rite: A Field Manual of Forbidden Alchemical Warfare: Scribed on metallic leaf and bound with alchemical resin, this manual was banned by the Alchemists’ Guild of Ul’dah for detailing methods of soul destabilization and aetheric disassembly—used briefly during the Autumn War before vanishing from public record.

The Lantern of Lost Tongues: A fragile, glowing codex of forgotten languages, symbols, and sigils. Pages include scripts that seem to “shift meaning” depending on who reads them, and notes on using sound or gesture to activate or interpret the symbols. Some passages are crossed out, leaving lingering ambiguity about their safety.

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 Thorn-Bound Codex: A book bound in stiff leather wrapped with thorns. Opening it stains the reader’s fingers with crimson ink that seeps into the skin. The words within shift constantly, always recounting tragedies. Owners who read too long often find themselves with strange rose-like patterns covering their form. 🕸

The Shattered Monocle of Sharlayan: A cracked eyepiece with silver trim. Wearing it lets the user glimpse things otherwise unseen—forgotten glyphs, faint shadows, hidden details—but at the cost of blurring natural sight after each use.

The Widow’s Comb: An ivory comb veined with faint silver threads. Using it untangles hair effortlessly, but each stroke leaves strands blackened as though charred. Whispers say the comb feeds on vitality, passing it along to unseen watchers. Those who groom with it too often find their reflection growing stranger each night. 🕸

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 Shadow-Knot Fan: A folding fan painted black. Fanning it cools the air, but occasionally snuffs out nearby flames, even magical ones. Long-term owners complain of “shadows that do not follow properly.”

The Threadbare Arcana: A fraying deck of cards tied together with a single black silk thread. Each card is half-faded, showing only fragments of its suit and figure. When drawn, the missing portions reveal themselves — but at a cost. Something of equal weight vanishes from the querent’s life: an object, a memory, even a friendship. Those who complete an entire reading have been known to find themselves “threadbare” too — stripped of something they cannot name. 🕸

The Marionette’s Crown: A delicate circlet of silver threads that settles lightly on the brow. When worn, the user feels “guided,” as though unseen hands are helping them speak, dance, or perform with impossible grace. The longer it stays on, however, the more those movements cease to feel like their own — and some claim the crown whispers stage directions in their sleep. 🕸

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.

Yami no Sho (Book of Darkness): A charcoal-bound manuscript inked with rites of shadow and forbidden magicks outlawed by the Sekiseigumi. The deeper one reads, the more the margins writhe, whispering promises. Each page turned stains the reader’s thoughts with something not wholly their own. 🕸

Kurokage Codex (Black Shadow Codex): Dense, leather-bound, and rumored to be copied from the original clan archives. It records poisons, assassination techniques, and the precise pressure points for a hundred deaths. Every reader reports waking to phantom blades at their throat, as if the spirits of the Kurokage Clan hunt those who dare steal their secrets.

Fushichou Scrolls (Phoenix Scrolls): Fragments of brittle script said to detail resurrection rites. Necromancers seek them for soul-binding magic, yet no ritual completes without a terrible imbalance: one life for another, or worse, a soul twisted half-alive, half-consumed. The scrolls’ whispers beg to be read aloud, their ink hot to the touch.

The Crimson Ledger: A thick, bloodstained account book penned by an Ul’dahn syndicate long vanished. Each entry describes a “transaction” not of coin, but of lives bargained away in occult exchange. The ink never fades, instead filling with fresh names over time — sometimes the reader’s own.

Silent Oni Mask: A black-lacquered mask that devours sound around its wearer, granting them passage unseen and unheard. Yet in the stillness, the mask murmurs in a voice that is not their own — a counsel of cruelty, growing louder with each use. 🕸

Veil of Whispered Secrets: A gauzy shroud said to blur identity, intentions, and even the trace of aether. Those who don it vanish into anonymity. But every secret it obscures is whispered back in dreams, stolen from strangers and enemies alike — until the wearer can no longer tell which thoughts are their own. 🕸

Widow’s Coil: A coil of spider silk imbued with a subtle curse. When tied to an object or person, it sows discord and hesitation—perfect for sabotaging deals or relationships.

The Ashen Crown: Forged from the soot of a hundred burned tomes, this circlet grants the wearer perfect recall of all knowledge lost to flame. Yet each fact replaces one of the wearer’s own memories, smouldering away until even their name is gone. 🕸

The Nameless Bell: A small bronze handbell without inscription. When rung, it silences all sound within a hundred paces. However, something listens in the silence — and often, it rings back.

Thread Severing: Sometimes, a tie must be cut. Chi severs a thread: a memory that clings, a bond that festers, or a whisper that’s followed you too long. Subtle, discreet, and immediate — though it won't undo consequences already set in motion.

Soft Unravelling: Not all pain can be excised without tearing the self. Instead, Chi loosens the weave — trauma dulled, edges blurred, jaggedness softened into a quieter ache. Comfort comes, but so too does the risk of forgetting lessons that scars once carved.

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.