Under the influence Pt. 1 (Draft/Feedback Wanted)
Olivian swatted away the hand fondling his royal heirlooms. the bratty reaction made s'kerrith's face widens into a grin. "relax, 'livia. see this paint here?"
Changing Fates, Chapter One
I vaguely recall something about it being my great grandfathers first fuelcell combustion mix, and how i should be honored to receive such a family heirloom, but i didn't care.
Chapter 1: Aftermath
Seeing these weapons made dash instinctively drop his hands to his own heirlooms, the twin swords called dragon's fury, though their warm hilts did little to reassure him.
New Generation of Heroes: Chapter 4 - "Manifest Destiny"
Totemic's heirloom necklace.
Birthright: Chapter Three
If anyone had been trusted with the safe keeping of a family heirloom it would have been roland. the second choice for a guardian of the missing key brought to mind lucian's sister ellana.
The Camp
As his hands touched its leather handle the power of his ancestors flowed through him, it was more powerful than any magic could ever conjure, he had been offered better axes and more gold than he could ever dream of for this axe, his axe, but it was a heirloom
Medallion
"this heirloom has been in our family for generations. it was purchased 2,000 years ago. until now it has never left the vault upon which it was stored the day of its purchase," the crow explained. his assistant opened it for him.
Chapter 1: Six Years
Rings glittered on his fingers, and a great emerald - an ancient heirloom of the emerald dynasty - hung against his chest.
TGBC Character sheet
Coming from a royal bloodline and having access to much of his royal heirlooms that were left for him kilec has become quite strong with his magic. he is also wise beyond his years due reading the prophecies of lallah and other prophets.
Chapter 1: Alkalaz
"these are our family's heirloom for generations. my father gave them to me and i give them to you." and aurum nods. "and they gave them to me at your age that's why." aurum opens the wooden box. he was on the verge of crying when he saw the contents.
Per Patientia Ch. 1
However this grave robber took not jewels nor heirlooms or other belongings, but the bodies themselves.
I'm Alien or a Time-Traveller... or something. (Four)
Her tone evens out "you treat me like a pretty heirloom, as if fragile and easy to shatter." i try to read her starry eyes but fall short, her passivity of expression; the slack muzzle, lidded eyes and unmoving nose, is impossible to break.