The horrific whispers of the Maiden of Anguish flicker through your mind, pushing you ever closer to madness...

"This headdress was once worn by an assassin disguised as a court mage. Her treachery was unveiled, but not before she used its magic to curse the king's entire lineage."
- The Fall of House Aston

Beware false prophets donned as sheep yet bearing the stench of wolves. Thou shalt know them by their fruits. For a tree of good cannot produce evil, nor thorns yield a harvest sweet and fair.

Beware, for the serpent's spirit lingers. Those who don the Nirmitruq's visage may find their hearts entwined with the viper's wrath.

"He is banished from the Guild, his name stricken from the Book. His punishment is to never have been."
- Excerpt from a burned parchment

"Rathma is endless. He was the first Ancient, and will remain at the end. He is the master of the Great Cycle of Being. When Death comes for him, why should he fear it?"
- Vauntus, Acolyte of Rathma

"Listen, child, to the music of the storm. It has its own rhythm. Its own melody. Hear how beautifully it sings, and perhaps one day you will be able to join in its harmony."
– Airidah

"Roots from the Great Oak growing at the seaward statue of Vasily will, on rare occasions, be found twisted back upon themselves, suffused with ferocious magic."
- Barrett's Book of Implements

As he fought with side by side with Raekor to liberate the labor camp, Joritz claimed this dented helm from a fallen foe. As his legend grew, its unique shape became synonymous with his great deeds.

"The Sahptev faithful believe in a thousand and one gods. If it takes me as many lifetimes, I will find and kill them all."
- Gaspar Stilbian, Veradani Outcast

"The elders say they saw a star falling from the sky many years ago. A sign from the heavens that the end times were nigh. A rallying cry to take up arms and protect Sanctuary!"
- Crusader Hamilton

"Ah, Burning Hells. You look like one of Zolmog's inbred bastards." - Varyana

[PH]"The Sahptev faithful believe in a thousand and one gods. If it takes me as many lifetimes, I will find and kill them all."
- Gaspar Stilbian, Veradani Outcast

"The infamous Necromancer Gaza-Thul's mastery over blood magic was indisputable. Many suspect that upon his death, his skin was used to fashion this eldritch armor."
- Barrett's Book of Implements

The prince of Hatred, fair as maggots over carrion. He claims no throne, crafts no realms, reigning over only a blackened, bitter heart. Some legends name him banished, while others dread his return.

Only Ebewaka has walked amid a dozen Guardians. In death, they waged war for his spirit, yet none prevailed. Thus, the Guardians shared dominion, granting Ebewaka to roam freely amid all their realms.

During a Trial of Mists, a small spirit noticed an unclaimed boy. In pity, it spared him. "I will follow you always," vowed the boy. He remained true even after Ah Bulan called the spirit home.

"It was your very flesh that forested me.
Clad in gutted majesty, your glory mine-
In your body, I witness creation unmade."
-Low of Bo'a, Verse 29-32

Urzael rent asunder his own wings and armor with a fury unbridled. For never would he bow to the doom of mortals, nor endure defeat at their lowly hands.

'Twas Gathlen, most tender warden of the elder realm, who reigneth o'er grove and glade. Whosoever he favors shall inherit the wilds. Utter his name, and be embraced.

"Ere the age of mage and king, storms raged so dread and fell that men named it the wrath of gods. Its hail smote the earth till mountains were wrought..." -Tome recovered from Kasama

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"Our eyes met. I could tell he needed help. I could have given it. I walked away, and savored his screams for mercy."

A pristine, skillfully crafted piece of armor. The helm bears the white hand of the Mercenaries.

“When she placed the diadem upon her brow there came an overwhelming agony. It is written that through this, our Reverend Mother was cleansed of wickedness.”
- Excerpt From The Trials of Prava

"There is nothing better in life than to stand alone, painted red, atop a hill made from the bodies of your enemies."
- Zarozar the Mighty

The beast's bleached skull has accumulated an impressive collection of gouges and dents, both in life and afterwards.

Worn by a king, a usurper, a thief? A macabre trophy. A gift from the tree.

A battered helmet marked with a glyph of the Tree of Whispers. The inside of this helmet reeks of embalming fluid as if it is meant to preserve the head of one who dies within it.

"There is nothing better in life than to stand alone, painted red, atop a hill made from the bodies of your enemies."
- Zarozar the Mighty

Worn as a sign of loyalty by Lord Zir's most merciless lieutenants.

This battle-scarred pot helm clearly saved the life of a powerful warrior on many occasions. Why was it abandoned here?