List of Dragonlance Artifacts - Blue Crystal Staff

Blue Crystal Staff

The Blue Crystal Staff once resided in the arms of a statue of the goddess Mishakal in a temple to that goddess in the city of Xak Tsaroth. The staff has the power to heal wounds by summoning the power of Mishakal. It also strongly repels evil by shocking the evildoer with powerful lightning.

The Staff was lost to the world when the city was thrown down a mountainside during the Cataclysm. The Staff was discovered again when a barbarian named Riverwind was sent on a quest to find knowledge of the true gods by the chieftain of his people, the father of his beloved Goldmoon. Upon returning to his village, Riverwind was denounced as a charlatan, and ordered stoned to death. Goldmoon, staff in hand, ran to be with him. As the rocks hit them both, the staff flashed bright blue, and the two were transported to the outskirts of the town of Solace.

The Staff was sought by the forces of evil who feared that knowledge of the good gods could hurt their efforts to conquer the world, but the Heroes of the Lance protected Goldmoon and the Staff until they eventually came to Xak Tsaroth. There Goldmoon returned the Staff to its proper place (the staff fused with the statue and became rock) and was made a true cleric of Mishakal with the innate ability to heal without the use of the Staff.

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