[ In a glittering flash of white light, the thing you called for drops into your palm. ]

[ It's a familiar polearm that you've come to know well in both this life and another. The light of two dozen street lamps glints of ornate, navy blue filigree, gleaming like an old friend. ]

[ As you turn it in your hands, you can feel something strange about it. —On second thought, it's not strange at all. For once, it feels the way it's supposed to. You can feel... that it has been imbued with the power of ice. ]

[ As surely as you are breathing, you understand: while you are holding this object, you will be able to channel its power and cast Blizzara at will. ]

[ You now have access to your Armiger. You can put things into it at any time, and they will appear or disappear from your hand at your whim. ]