Artifacts Made of Myth.
Treasures of legend, made real. Immerse yourself in ancient lore, unearth artifacts made of myth and discover the talisman that speaks to you. Every piece in our collection is a relic with a story, one that you are now a part of.
Welcome to Relic & Fable.
New Arrivals.
Four new relics have come forth from the legend.
These treasures are currently undergoing their assay assessment at Dublin Castle and are available for reservation…
Which story is calling to you?
The Tale of Lantern.
“It was unfathomably dark, and in her haste she had not packed a torch. She asked the Sun for help, hoping he would light her way. But the Sun passed her request instead to his sister, the Moon. The Moon sent Qui-Lan a lantern - though in place of a wick or oil it bore a crystal which glowed with a strange cool, light.”
Qui-Lan was a light painter, whose work was in high demand. Though she loved her work, the constant demands were beginning to take a toll; she was often stressed, and no longer found inspiration easily. She had been chosen to paint at the Laird’s birthday celebration, and, worried that she would be late, she decided to travel by a seldom used tunnel that ran underneath the mountain.
It was unfathomably dark, and in her haste she had not packed a torch. She asked the Sun for help, hoping he would light her way. But the Sun passed her request instead to his sister, the Moon. The Moon sent Qui-Lan a lantern - though in place of a wick or oil it bore a crystal which glowed with a strange cool, light.
Raising the lantern, Qui-Lan quickened her pace, but as she walked faster, the lantern began to dim. Panicking, she broke into a jog and the lantern grew dimmer still. Running as fast as she could in the fading light, the lantern went out completely. The darkness was all consuming and, dismayed, she was forced to stop.
But as she paused, it began to glow once more and was soon brightly and happily flickering. Curious, Qui-Lan started walking again, increasing her pace as she watched the lantern. Just as before, the faster she walked, the dimmer it shone until it once again went out completely. She had no choice but to walk slowly, and so she ventured on with steady, rhythmic steps.
At the centre of the mountain she was amazed to step into a large chamber. The walls fell away in great shining cliffs of crystal and the ceiling vaulted up in sparkling, hewn rock. Water trickled with bell like tones down every surface. She had never seen a place so beautiful, and she stopped in her tracks to take it in.
Eventually, Qui-Lan made it to the town with just enough time to spare, and her inspiration finally restored. She performed her light painting and all gazed in wonder at the scene of the crystal cavern she had created.
As it did for Qui-Lan, may the lantern of the Moon bring you comfort in the dark, pause in your haste, and a reminder to slow down and observe, for the beauty is in the journey.
Our
Philosophy.
Every great artifact has a story. Our mission is to bridge the worlds of mythos and craft, creating relics for the modern age that truly mean something to you. Little fragments of legend that you can keep close, wherever you are. We are dedicated to authenticity in our designs and materials - it’s important to us that our pieces live on far beyond a single lifetime, so that they can become a part of your own story.
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"The celebrations continued long into the night and began anew the next day, for birds are creatures with endless energy and joy, and can always find reason to celebrate. Hearing of this, more and more of the stars came down to join in the bird’s festivities..."
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"Before the stars were named, the Elves made a promise to the spirits of the wood. In exchange for a home they swore to protect and nurture the land for all their days, becoming eternal custodians of the trees."
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"There was once a spirit of the Eastern forest, who fell in love with a mortal wanderer. The wanderer was on a long quest which stretched the length of the land, but the dryad could not leave the forest, bound as she was to the earth..."
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"Over the ages, the magic of the Earth had begun to leak from tiny holes and cracks in the ancient stones, and the land was growing faded and weary..."
The Tale of Vessel.
“Finally, the wanderer came to Elias’ humble workshop and asked him to craft a vessel to hold a memory; one that he could not bear to lose.”
Long ago, in a bustling city on the Eastern shore, there lived a humble potter named Elias. He was young but uncommonly skilled, and he spent his days carefully crafting small, everyday objects for local villagers and travellers. His wares were simple, but unlike many of the other potters in the city, he believed that what a vessel held was far more meaningful than its form.
One day, a grief-stricken wanderer came to the city, bearing only the clothes on his back and an empty heart. He had an unusual request, and had been turned away by the other craftsmen in the city who did not deem it worth their time. Finally, he came to Elias’ humble workshop and asked him to craft a vessel to hold a memory; one that he could not bear to lose.
Elias gladly accepted the request, and laboured through the night, throwing a small, plain amphora from the clay of a long silent riverbed. When the vessel was finished, he presented it to the wanderer and bid him fill it not with a memory of loss, but with one of joy. The wanderer held it to his chest, pouring into it his most precious memory - one of shared laughter and dappled sunlight. When he drank from the amphora, he was filled with peace and warmth, and no matter how much he drank, the liquid within never depleted.
It is said that when this vessel is worn, it grants the wearer joy and peace, allowing them to find comfort not in what they have lost, but in what they have truly held.
Considered & Careful.
Our unique cipher boxes are recyclable and handmade by our independent artisan partner. Each box bears the mark of the Raven - it is visible only to those who are ready to embark upon their own story. Turn your box towards the light to reveal your Raven…
In the age of memory, before the mountains wore their beards of Pine, the Elves made a promise to the spirits of the Great Eastern Forest. In exchange for a home, they swore to protect and nurture the land for all of their days, becoming eternal custodians of the trees. The spirits agreed, for their power was waning and the forests would need a guardian when they were gone.
But a promise so precious should not be left to roam the wide world where it is sure to become lost or broken. So with the last of their power the Spirits crafted a beautiful hexagonal chest and wove into its lid a motif of swirling vines - a symbol of the Elves' new homeland. The promise was placed safely inside and cast upon it was a living seal of magic and protection. This was the first Vault, and it was the keeper of the Elves’ solemn oath.
The chest was sealed deep within the Earth where only the twisting roots of the oldest trees could reach, and it’s location was only known by a few. Each of the elders of the Elven clan were presented with an amulet fashioned in the same style as the chest. They wore them proudly, as a reminder of their pledge, and their fealty to the forest.
This is one of the original Vault amulets. The single, sparkling stone at its centre contains the last fragment of the Spirit’s magic that flows from the heart of the forest. It is a sacred symbol of a promise guarded.
There once lived a smith named Caelus who envied the wind. He sought to capture it so that he might discover the secrets of true freedom, since he was assigned to his occupation for many long and tedious years. His forge was set on a tower, high above the city, where the wind swirled around him, taunting him that he was bound to his labour. One day, a whisper ran through the city; a rumor that the Wind’s steed, Nimbus, whose hooves were said to be so fleet they left no mark upon the earth, had escaped.
Caelus thought if he could tame the steed and ride it to beyond the clouds to where the wind lived, he could finally learn its secrets. He pursued Nimbus tirelessly, climbing to the highest point of his tower and setting all manner of clever snares, but Nimbus was too swift. He left offerings of food and wine, but the creature could not be bought. He even threw himself upon the ground in feigned distress, but it could not be fooled. The creature was too free to be caught.
Exhausted and defeated, Caleus returned to his tower and resigned to being forever burdened by his dull work. But Nimbus was impressed by the tenacity of the human who tried so hard to tame it. It visited the forge that night and left Caelus a talisman bearing its likeness. When Caleus awoke and put it on, he found that his heart was lighter and his work no longer dismayed him, but brought him fulfillment and purpose. When he listened closely, he could hear the wind whispering in a language he couldn't yet understand.
He never caught Nimbus, but through his amulet he carried a piece of its freedom with him always. It is said that those who wear the Amulet of Nimbus will find their path unbound by earthly burdens despite their duties, for it whispers to them the secrets of the uncatchable wind.
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