Researchers looking for a cure discovered humanity’s future, And after giving medicinal uses a try, came fire and sparks that rose up high. Though many saw beauty in colored flame, it was ensuing violence that gave this its name.

A sigil of a victory, I make commitments true. A sign my form is starting to fail is when the air is blue. Collected by many, and cherished dear, To form their personal hoards, You may have met me by land of green hills, Or a novel about my lord.

Humbly invented in nineteen sixty five, i was created to keep football players alive. Named after a creature so mean and green. What am I?

Three golden artifacts created by ancient goddesses, each representing a virtue required to rule in the highest. Link us together and make a wish - and it shall come to be.

I bring wealth and excess, labor and harm. When I strike myself, I make men take up arms. Bane of faes, wolves, or just flesh and bone. What rocks harder than rolling stones?