I steal, I fix, I twist, I trade, a hammer forged from the tricks I’ve made. And with a sprig both small and slight, I stole away the god of light.

Often made of reddish wax, I bear a family's crest. Found upon olden letters of import, fraud prevention is what I do best.

The British one has an amazing collection of artifacts stolen from other countries

Compound word, etched to observe: Mystical inscriptions, beckon magic’s glowing call. Ancient text and symbols, carved in tablets standing tall. A monumental mass, aimed at glory or the fall. First word carves a secret. Second shatters glassy walls.

the king and the rook agreed to change lands, all to ensure the safety of their plans. in olden times, royalty lived in these rock born places, now ensure you pluralize me, as many hearths were needed to warm our stone homes. two towers stand tall where kings once reigned, their walls held fast through storm and strain.