Vhenard's Record

Lilith opened my eyes to the crimes of Inarius. He betrayed her, banished her. He sapped the power of her children. He’s the reason we’re weak, the reason we die. He ruined us because he feared us! We’ll show him he was right to be afraid.

Vhenard's Record

How silly my idle fancies of yesterday seem now. I believed in the Horadrim, but I was misled. With them as our champions, we can barely survive. But Lilith will make us victors. All my life, I’ve been searching...but it was me that needed to be found.

Vhenard's Record

How sweet this taste! Lilith asked me to aid in a ritual: sacrifice a priest from the escort. He had no fight. He just prayed as we made his blood useful. Forgive my hand, I'm still shaking. Power dances along my bones. I walk the path of our maker now.

Strange Bucket

A dirty yellow liquid bubbles up to the container's brim. The word "Sacrament" has been scrawled on the side in white chalk.

Strange Bucket

A dirty yellow liquid bubbles up to the containers brim. The word 'Sacrament' has been scrawled on the side in white chalk.

Hunted Thorn Beast

Signs of a bloody struggle, but this kill was never dressed. It seems the hunt was interrupted.

Hunted Bear

Signs of a bloody struggle, but this kill was never dressed. It seems the hunt was interrupted.

Blood-soaked journal

"If anyone finds this, leave this place. Something unnatural stalks these woods. It's slaughtered 5 of us already. We're going to head south and hope the animals don't..." The remaining pages are shredded and soaked in blood.

A History of the Settlement of Malnok

"Settled in the most unlikely of places, Malnok sits around a frozen lake deep in the mountains. The town is known for its rich natural mineral deposits, the mining of which became the town's primary industry with the establishment of Anica's Claim..."

Research Note #1

A torn and tattered page from a journal. It reads: "The corruption has lingered and festered for years. This is exactly what my work requires."

Research Note #2

A journal page with dirt smudges that makes parts of the writing illegible. It reads: "So many bodies! [illegible] everywhere lie corpses. [illegible] ample material for the experiments."

Research Note #3

A blood-splattered page ripped from a journal. It reads: "I’m so close. After so many failures, the hosts are almost viable. I will cure my illness and death itself."

Research Note #4

A torn faded journal page. It reads: "The insects have infested my failed trials. Perhaps they are related to whatever happened to this place so long ago?"

Research Note #5

A journal page written in red ink. It reads: "The corruption here is affecting me...this is no mere plague. No matter; soon it won't matter what happens to my mortal body."

Slain Ghouls

The defenders of this keep slayed countless vampires. It was still not enough.

Brutalized Knights

The vampires clearly abhor all living things. These fallen knights may have considered their quick deaths a mercy if they'd known of the fate that awaited their comrades.

Unsent Missive

"... since the disturbance in the Archives. We have seen an increase in the activity of the vampires near the fortress, but we do not fear these abominations. No reinforcements are necessary; the Light will preserve us if they dare show themselves."

Frozen Villagers

Trapped by the Khazra's icy storm, these villagers' shelter became their tomb.

Khazra Ritual Preparations

A typical display of the Khazra's cruelty, these villagers were used as part of the ritual which destroyed their homes.

Realistic Woodcarving

These carvings are a monument to Nostrava's skilled woodworkers. Their features are so lifelike it seems like they could almost move.

Woodworking Tools

Tools of master woodworkers. Normally handled with great care, these seem to have been abandoned for some time.

Cracked Tombstone

This tombstone has been defaced and is unreadable.

Worn Gravestone

"Here lies Maryam, forever a light in the darkness."

Crumbling Gravestone

"Here lies Sir Thom - guardian, mentor, friend. He gave his life protecting all from harm."

Tarnished Zakarum Stele

Almost covered with charred rubble, this monument was seemingly defaced. A barely legible Zakarum decree is inscribed on its surface; one can barely make out something about the light revealing all truths.

Trapped Villagers

It seems these villagers tried to escape the flames engulfing their home, but they found no shelter here.

Mass Grave

A huge pile of loosely covered corpses. The marker reads: "Akarat forgives ALL heretics in death"

Ritual Table

This ritual site appears well used. There must be a large amount of sites within these ruins in use by these cultists. What they are doing and how they move past the snakes is a mystery.

Crusader's Warning

"Warning! The Serpents still prowl the Temple Ruins."

Hanging Moss

Hawezar's rapidly growing moss is often used as bedding in the absence of other options.

Dry Wood

To combat the humid swamps, wood is carefully bundled and left to dry before burning.

Mining Equipment

These tools are heavily worn. It appears these cultists have been excavating for some time.

Cardinal's Orders

"None are permitted to enter the Ritual Site without explicit permission from the High Priests. All initiates are to continue excavation efforts. Glory be Destruction!"

Rusted Blade

This blade is thrust deep into the stonework, far deeper than any normal person could manage. What could have created such a massive force?

Slain Zakarumite

The violence here seems like it was indiscriminate. Zakarumite and Kehjistani alike fell in droves.

Slain Kehjistani

Signs of battle litter the keep's grounds, yet some of these corpses show no obvious battle wounds.

Falo Bloom Petals

Even in their withered state, each petal practically shimmers with every color
imaginable. The Dregs must be using these in their poison concoctions, but to what end?

Planted Bodies

The bodies of Dreg victims are covered in a thick layer of vines, the roots digging
viciously into the skin. Their faces are frozen, twisted by the pain of their death throes.

Poison Brew

A mix of toxins from flowers and insects. The stone beneath is cracked from lines of caustic
liquid. Nearby flora withers. How do they drink this?

Necromancer's Corpse

This corpse desperately clutches a lantern radiating with necromantic energy, forming a barrier against the hateful dark. Whatever is at the heart of the darkness here, this necromancer failed to fight it.

Drowned Idol

An ancient idol dredged up from the deep, carefully erected and adorned with briny charms. Haunting work with unknown purpose.

Empty Chests

These chests are cast open and covered in brackish filth; it seems the Drowned already pilfered their contents. Hells know what they do with their ill-begotten treasures leagues under the sea.

Lightkeepers

The retainers of the flame suffered a grim fate, but they went down fighting. A clean death is surely better than joining the ranks of the Drowned.

Charred Bodies

The remains of the ruins' former inhabitants lay ashen and broken throughout these halls. Something truly horrific occurred here.

Neglected Prisoners

These bandits show no respect for life or decency.

Grisly Display

The Watchtower has been turned into a symbol of fear and oppression.

Salt-Crusted Mining Tools

This equipment looks worn and corroded from the salt. Miners of this town would have had significant maintenance costs to keep them in working condition.

Faded Inscription

Whoever built this temple is long gone, along with any knowledge of whatever gods, or demons, it was originally dedicated to.

Punctured Hunter

Thorn beasts don't kill for amusement, but the amount of quills in this hunter implies otherwise. What made them so aggressive?

Mauled Hunter

This hunter's state is clearly a bear's handiwork; his innards are strewn across the clearing. It looks like the beast played with its food long before it began to eat it.

Gnawed Hunter

The wargs almost tore this hunter to pieces. Though some of the bite marks on his corpse appear... human?

Parchment

[PH] The monsters- they've taken over. We sealed the door as best we could, but so many of us are wounded or dead. Please eradicate them and find where they're coming from. No where is safe.

Birth Inscription

The markings are illegible, but a whisper is heard

Life Inscription

The markings are illegible, but a whisper is heard

Death Inscription

The markings are illegible, but a whisper is heard

Defaced Statue

The inscription is badly marred by claw marks:
"May --- Light of Fath-- Inarius ---- do-n upon all w---y trav----s of this h--y l-nd. Turn ---- face tow---- its r-----ce and find --- ----ngth ---ewed."

Statue of Inarius

“May the Light of Father Inarius shine down upon all weary travelers of this holy land. Turn your face toward his radiance and find your strength renewed.”

Travelers Beware!

CORLIN HULLE

A foul sorcerer waits in northern Sinner's Pass to assail the unaware. Challenge him with vigilance, as he practices various uncanny magicks.

Travelers Beware!

SIR LYNNA

Once a promising and devout member of the Knights Penitent, the heretic Sir Lynna has renounced the Light and now lives in darkness. The faithful should avoid Kylsik Plateau, where she has been seen most recently.

Travelers Beware!

ROTSPLINTER

Seen west of Menestad at Melnik's Hill. This wretched creature is infested with hundreds of poisonous spiders, driving it into a frenzy. Beware, disturbing it may dislodge the putrid swarm inside.

War Table

A map of Estuar, with a throng of red markers and arrows all pointing towards the fabled city of Caldeum.

Memorial Gravestone

The ripple effect of unnoticed good deeds will delicately travel by the songs and words of others for years to come. For that is veracious immortality. -Akarat

Festering Wall

A pulsing mass of hollow flesh bars the way forward. You must find another way.

Tibault the Unrelenting

"My Brothers and Sisters rejoice! We march across this forsaken land to bring the Light to its darkest corners!"

Travelers Beware!

RENN DAYNE

This blackguard has been overheard whispering to an unseen ally, which seems to provide him great strength in combat. It is possible that he has made a bargain with a witch! Stay away from his haunt in the Spiteful Rise to the west.

Travelers Beware!

TREMBLING MASS

This putrid, horrific wretch has been spotted many times in Diseased Embankment, to the east. Numerous hunting parties have been sent to slay the creature, but no matter how many times it is destroyed, it seems to re-appear within hours.

Travelers Beware!

CAPTAIN WILLCOCKS

Whatever final mission drives the Captain's ancient bones is unknown, but nothing seems to be able to put him to rest. Though he has been brought low many times, he continues to rise and wander the southern region of the Dark Dross.

Travelers Beware!

EERIE STATUE

A strangely lifelike statue of a Nangari has appeared in the northern Foulsands region of the Rotspill Delta. The horrible chanting of the cultists that are drawn to it seems to never relent. Be wary, there is some eldritch power at work!

In Memory of Symon

"For Symon, whose pursuit of knowledge was worthy of praise, but his love of his fellow man even more so."

The High Council in Darkness

None shone brighter in the Light than Que-Hegan Sankekur, but even this was not enough to protect from Mephisto, so vile was his touch.

A Solemn Oath is Sworn

And those that loved Sankekur the most bore his body to the edge of the world, and swore to keep it safe from those who would seek the evil that still poured from it.

Hatred is Slain

So it was that Mephisto was struck down, and Sankekur freed at last from Hatred's grasp.

Crushed Knight

This head of this knight has been reduced to a bloody pulp. Scrawled on the armor in blood is the word "obtainer."

Travelers Beware!

ABE-MARI

Zakarum scholars note that the terrifying spirit that has been seen emerging from a strange statue on the western cliffs of the Searing Expanse bears a strange resemblance to Abe-Mari, noted Taan Clan sorcerer of ages past.

Travelers Beware!

NINE-EYES

The colossal scorpion Nine-Eyes has been spotted along the western edge of the Scorched Gulch. She is deadly enough on her own, but her numerous poisonous children burrow under the sands and will emerge to protect their mother if threatened.

Travelers Beware!

PRIESTESS QIN

Recently, a woman has been seen preaching to a small group of faithful in Hakan's Oasis to the northeast. However, while she wears the robes of the Zakarum faithful, no one seems to have heard of her before her sudden appearance.

Travelers Beware!

FARAYA TEHI

This unfortunate soul who wanders, bloated with rot on the western road to Alcarnus seems to pulsate and throb even more than other wretched undead creatures! Do not endanger your soul by daring to go too near this accursed thing.

Brutal Note

The head of a Dry Steppes cannibal is mounted upon this stake. A note pinned to the stake with a knife reads:

TEMPLE OF ROT.
REVENGE.
MAYBE I'LL BE BACK.
DON'T TOUCH THE MEAT.

-VARYANA

It's clear this "Varyana" was not gifted in letters.

Travelers Beware!

"UNDEFEATED" LACUNI TRAPPER

There are reports of a man-hunting Lacuni trapper in the area. It is thought that he is undefeated in battle and that all but the fiercest of attacks can pierce his hide.

Gruesome Remains

This knight has had much of his flesh picked to the bone. Large gashes have shattered the skull and chest.

Empty Bottles

An odd assortment of empty bottles. Some of them still reek of strong spirits.

Trapped Deer

The beast escaped from the trap but didn’t make it far. Whoever was hunting this creature is nowhere in sight.

Burial Jar

"Light blind the eyes that watched our innocent burn. Let them rot in darkness."

The jar is cracked, the eyes missing.

Burial Jar

"Light seal the ears that delighted in our cries. Let them hear only silence."

Burial Jar

"Light bind the tongue that poisoned our faith. Let it speak for Hatred no more." -Paladin's prayer

Horadric Seal

A rune left by Lorath hums with Horadric magic, sealing shut the gate to Hell.

Desiccated Corpse

A dried husk, probably the remains of another Spiritborn initiate. Evidence of lacerations raked across the torso suggest this individual died battling a large beast.

Fresh Kill

The bloody, partially eaten remains of what appears to be a freshly killed villager from Nahantu. How did it get here? Is the creature that did this leaving this place and hunting in the jungle?

Spirit Marked Tracks

Wisps of ethereal spirit fire and smoke rise from footprints seared into the ground. They seem to be same type of tracks found at the massacre in the Southern Expanse. No doubt made by the same large beast.

Spirit Marked Broken Pots

Smashed ceramics such as pots, destroyed by a large beast, with wisps of ethereal spirit fire and smoke rising from them, similar to those found in the Southern Expanse. Quite clearly these are the source of the ones found amongst the carnage in the sand.

Strange Smashed Ceramics

A collection of strange fragments of ceramic pots and other containers. Something large stomped through them. Wisps of ethereal spirit fire and smoke rise from the shattered remnants. It is evident these do not belong to this world.

Strange Tracks

Strange tracks that look like they were left by some sort of large creature.

More Strange Tracks

Similar tracks to the others, only this time they end at the cliff edge. Whatever did this fell into the river below, or made a mighty leap to reach the other side.

Strange Creature Tracks

The same strange tracks, clearly left by the same large creature. But there are two sets going in opposite directions, suggesting it entered and left from the same place.

Strange Tracks

The ethereal tracks are fresh and lead to the southwest.

Spiritborn Initiate's Remains

The remains of a long-dead Spiritborn initiate. There are telling claw and teeth marks gouged into the bones, revealing the story of a violent end for this victim of the Sacred Hunt.

Collection of Bones

A poor soul who tried to become Spiritborn but couldn't meet the challenge. Their bones are slowly turning to dust, consigning this person to the path of the forgotten.

Tidy Desk

Every tool has been stored away with care, and the books have all been arranged by their proper subject.

Eccentric Desk

Books covered with meticulous notes. Scrolls featuring lengthy alchemical formulae. Somehow, you get the sense that everything is half-finished: one project after another abandoned in search of a new discovery.

Goatman Bones

A goatman skeleton, propped up for scientific inquiry.

Haphazard Desk

Alongside the tools, a few scraps of paper cover the table, but there are never more than few hastily scrawled sentences written on them.

Azim's Body

The body is fresh, with warm blood seeping from puncture wounds. The surrounding corpses suggest that Azim's escape attempt was not entirely fruitless.

Stone Mural

In honor of the great Horadric mage Donan and the brave druids Airidah and Nafain, who vanquished the demon Astaroth and ended the Days of Ash.

Runed Letter

The parchment is covered in Horadric runes beyond your comprehension.

Head of Kauller the Collector

The severed head of this brutal combatant is now proudly on display. Death to the foul goatmen! Glory to the Bear Tribe!

Empty Barrels

The merchants' goods have been broken open and thoroughly ransacked.

Bandit Corpse

The fatal wound appears to have been an arrow in the neck. The handiwork of the hunters from Margrave, no doubt. Thick scars crisscross the skin of the forearm in peculiar patterns, as if drawn intentionally.

Slain Merchant

One of the merchants who was with Perithan. Anything of value has been stripped from the body.

Pilgrim's Journal

Priest Matvey says I am ready. I shall leave Margrave at dawn. The journey will be long, but my faith is endless. Light, grant me safe passage to the monastery, that I may better know your grace within its hallowed halls.

Old Cooking Pot

This old cooking pot is lined with rust.

Dust Covered Manuscripts

Many of the notes here deal in mathematics and astronomy. Each page is lined with commentary on star charts and prophecies.

Old Journal

Donan brought a book on his visit. The writing is ancient! A scroll from the Vizjerei. Lorath will not be pleased. But if I’m to fight by his side one day, I need to study everything. Lorath is wise but he's cautious. I’ll prove myself to him yet.

Three-Faced Statue

Behold the truths that lie within.

Vhenard's Gravestone

HERE LIES VHENARD WHO WAS EVER SEARCHING
NOW SHE SLEEPS AT THE STEPS OF KNOWLEDGE

Pilgrim's Journal

I will die... frozen to this mountain. Heavens above, I can hear the voices of angels... and they are laughing.

Redemption

Rejoice in your faith! The Father is prophesied to redeem us all. “A spear of Light, piercing Hatred’s heart.” When he ascends to the Heavens, he shall lift us with him to the Light above.

Inarius the Creator

Our Father Inarius laid down this ground, opened up this sky, and created this Sanctuary from the bounty of the worldstone.

Inarius the Hopebringer

Cast down from the Heavens, but prophesied to return. Our Father Inarius will ascend to the Heavens and on his wings we will be redeemed.

Spiked Helmet

The helmet's spikes recede deep within the helmet, as part of a metal slab that protrudes downward. The metal tendrils stretch to the helmet's base and latch onto a studded leather cap, denying any room for a head.

"The Demon In Man"

"And to those who do His work: heed me! An exorcism is not to be performed without surety that the subject is, in fact, possessed. The servants of Hell influence us in many and myriad ways. Should you act without proper knowledge, you will beg for death."

"The Burning of Nevesk: An Official Account"

"... The wise may ask, 'Why Nevesk? Why would Lilith descend upon such a paltry town?' The answer is simple. Nevesk has always been mired in Sin. The she-demon found a rotten potato and cut it open, freeing the miasma within."

Broken Crate

A handwritten note is pinned to this crate.

"Errands: Sharpen knife. Clean carcass. Check stash. Skip prayers. Ready cart."

Hollowed Tree Stump

An old tree stump, spattered with dried blood.

You find a rusty mug tucked inside, inscribed with the name "Oswen".

Odd Book Collection

A variety of texts on local history, old kingdoms, and forgotten faiths.

Father of Mankind

The Father points the way to the Light, but the Order of the Knights Penitent was founded to carve out our path to it.

Head of the Faith

The falling sickness claimed her childhood, but the Father gave her new life. The Reverend Mother Prava is but one of his many blessings.

Creator of Sanctuary

This world is a temporary one. We were born into sin and corruption on Sanctuary, and it is only through the good works of the Father we shall be lifted to the Heavens above.

Pilgrim's Letter

From Yelesna, I set out on my pilgrimage. I offered thanks at a roadside shrine and received a blessing for my journey...

Discarded Note

Beacon of warmth in winter's embrace, patience rewarded by nature's own grace.

Corpse

A dead priest. A huge gash across his neck has drained him of his blood.

Unsent Letter

Neyrelle. Hope you live to read this. Don't know if I'll have time to make up for my mistakes. But I'll go to that Tree knowing you were the best mistake I ever made.
Visit, if you can stand it. Someone's got to keep me from biting Elias's nose off. L.

Idle Musings

Lilith posed an imminent threat. We took care of it. And in doing so, we treated with her father. Does that make us better than Elias? Or worse?
Either way, the old devil's got plans. Always does...

Unlucky Bastards Stuck on the Tree

It seems to be a list of those who've given their heads to the Tree of Whispers. Some names are circled, others crossed off—maybe debunked guesses. At the bottom reads, "LORATH NAHR." Perhaps he'd like to know who he'll be spending eternity with.

Note to Self

Must ask Neyrelle for that spell to speak with the dead. Can't remember Donan's method for organizing books. (Kidding. He wouldn't tell me, anyway.) Some kind of mnemonic? What in the Hells was it?

Partially Burned Scrap

--ust've failed him. Why else won't he answer? He--
--ut there somewhere. Perhaps--
--One day, Tyrael. One da--

Rathma's Prophecy

I saw a serpent coiling in the fires of the Eternal Conflict,
On its scales were reflected the truth: Sanctuary can never be saved,
I saw my corpse, and from my mouth crawled Hatred...

Charred Remains

The cremated remains of the Burned Knights' victims, scattered and mixed with irreverence.

Unsettled Worktable

Alchemical ingredients have been scavenged and searched thoroughly.

Disarranged Bookcase

The bookcase has been well rummaged through, now with damaged shelves and missing books. The hidden door seems to be jammed.

Scavenged Books

A heap of books and scrolls investigated by the Burned Knights, then discarded.

Cryptic Letter

Told myself I'd never make the same mistakes I made with Elias.

She's so much like him. That relentless idealism. That damned arrogance. He never learned his lesson. Hope she gets the chance.

Wherever you are, kid: don't lose yourself.

Upturned Table

The table was turned over and destroyed during the Burned Knights' frenzied search.

Dangers of Hawezar

A book detailing dozens of infectious diseases that can be found in the swamps. Several pages are dedicated to a horrific, incurable, and fatal disease that causes plants to grow from inside the victim's body.

Greenslade's Tales

A book of ghost stories and children's tales. One particularly gruesome story describes a man with no skin stuffing a child into a bloody sack and vanishing as punishment for not obeying his parents.

Wejinhani Dispensatory

An ancient book describing the medicinal uses of common flora and fauna found in Hawezar. One chapter describes a cure for "tainted blood" that requires the venom of a spider found only in the Blind Burrows.

Half-Melted Candles

A small collection of mostly-used candles.

Acolyte's Head

The head is silent and still. Whatever lingering magic kept it animated has faded.

Dusty Cot

Two simple cots lay covered in dust. No one has used these recently.

Destroyed Cookpot

A few putrid scraps of meat are stuck to the ruined pot.

Grave Marker

Here rests Luka

My son, your smile brought warmth to my life
Your kindness brought light to all who knew you
I love you

Katherina's Grave Marker

In memoriam of
Katherina Kressen
Died at 68
Stubborn until the end.
You never asked for help.
Now you don't need to.
Rest easy, you wrinkled bat.

Eugen's Grave Marker

In memoriam of
Eugen Kovak
Died at 34
Never a finer smith
Blades sharp and strong
Shame you weren't better with them

Imrich's Grave Marker

In memoriam of
Imrich Nagyova
Died at 8
A better man than most
But half the size
Nothing scared you
Not even death

Agata's Grave Marker

In memoriam of
Agata Molnar
Died at 38
You loved the sea
And sought to keep it for yourself
But instead, it kept you

Grisly Workbench

Soaked in dark blood and strewed with fresh entrails.

The apparent butcher lay dead underneath. His throat was slit.

Muddy Letter

"Raheir,
My quarry's trail leads into the Fens.
I hope the bird finds you in time.
He'll bring me your response.
S"

Muddy Letter

"Raheir,
My quarry's trail leads into the Fens.
I hope the bird finds you in time.
He'll bring me your response.
S"

Gelwa's Corpse

Her body was pulled apart from within. Internal organs, flesh, even skin is missing in large swathes. Her face is frozen in a hateful snarl. Whatever killed her, she fought it until the very end.

Fionn's Corpse

His body was pulled apart slowly, although no weapon marks are visible. The ritualistic symbols on his terrified face seem to have erupted from beneath the skin. What a horrible way to die.

Lyndon's Stash

A coarse sack filled with dried, pungent leaves. Mold and bugs suggest that this bag hasn't been opened in some time.

Kingsport Ale

Expensive bottles of ale, imported from Kingsport. Empty bottles have filled with murky swamp water. The few sealed bottles are covered in dust and moss; their corks defiant against the swamp.

Pilfered Stash

These bags have been torn open. Their contents lay strewn about, the valuables taken, leaving only soggy remains.

Dice Set

A simple gambling set. However, one of the dice sets seems to always land on sixes.

Lyndon's Dagger

Despite its age, this is clearly a dagger of remarkable craftsmanship. The hilt appears to be hollow.

Berolt's Orders

Berolt, our highest priority is the rescue of our Brothers and Sisters. Once they are safe, clear any heretics from the ruins beyond. Be wary, there is something unnatural lurking beyond the walls. -Brother Warwick

Samil's Corpse

Samil has noticeably bloated and decayed since last seen. The rapidness, perhaps, was caused by Zurke. The hut is thick with the sickly, foul odor of rot.

Experimental Corpse Plot

Three corpses are arranged and marked with wooden stakes. Some look unnaturally putrid and rotten. Zurke is only interested in the healthiest body, but he wasn’t forthcoming about what he considers healthy…

Weatherworn Tomes

A stack of old tomes with faded and fraying spines. The oldest and thickest reads, "The Roots and the Tree: Hawezar’s Beginning and End."

Scrap of Paper

Next to a book titled "Legends of the Bog" is a note covered in shaky handwriting: "The ‘wedding’ of Tree and Serpent. What a ridiculous story. The Tree could not have come to Sanctuary... from where, then?"

Grave Marker

RIP

Hastily Scrawled Note

Pay your respects to her, and she will see you safely on your way. Ignore her, and suffer the fate of these poor fools.

Dissected Maggot

The maggot corpse appears fresh. It's flesh has been pinned back to reveal a yellow-green interior that still shows signs of movement.

Remains of Calv

The abdomen of the guard's corpse looks to have suffered a massive rupture and shows signs of being devoured from the inside.

Remains of Marta

The corpse reeks of bile and blood. It's clear the swarm of maggots and flies had been feasting on her before bursting from her stomach.

Bloodsoaked Table

Chunks of infected flesh lay piled on the table, some still attached to limbs.

Reeking Cauldron

Infected growths simmer over the heat, rendering down into foul, black oil.

Smuggler's Note

“The boat leaves with the new moon, and I want it full! Alchemists up north are buying every drop. Get out there, grab more infected, and get cooking!”

Pile of Corpses

Infected corpses, mangled beyond recognition. Their growths have been hacked from their bodies.

Potted Plant

A variety of flora only seen deep in the Hawezar swamps. A note next to the pot reads, “Antidote extracted from leaves shows promise.”

Research Tomes

Taissa has scrawled in the margins of one of the books: "Andariel is both the torment and the tormenter. There is no end to the cycle."

Odd Rabbit Doll

A well-worn child’s toy. The letter “T” is stitched onto one ear.

Dusty Note

"Taissa, I have checked on Timue as requested. Her affliction remains as it was before, but she asked about you. Perhaps it is time you visited her yourself?"

Volatile Cauldron

The cauldron reeks of demonic fire: sulfur, ash, and blood.

Manifesto

What my sisters do not understand is that we have more in common with Lilith than with her enemies. The Tree may exist outside the Eternal Conflict, but we don’t. Our survival lies with the Mother of Sanctuary.

Valtha's Spellbook

The prophecy lives in my dreams. Sanctuary falls, and I along with it. But Elias says there is another path. Lilith. I feel a connection with her, deep in my bones. I know she is the answer.

Johanna's Corpse

The effects of death have long set in, her body pale and rigid. Her fists are balled, even in death gripping tightly to her weapon.

Broken Statue

Paladin Lord Carthas. Slayer of Mephisto. Defender of the Black Tomb. You are a Light in the darkness, brother, and we will live by your example.

Ruined Tapestry

A frayed tapestry depicting a paladin slaying a faded representation of Mephisto.

The mural is worn and battered. Despite its state, the artistry is clearly evident.

Urgent Letter

I, Carthas, and my most trusted retinue, Alodia, Mathias, and Eleazar, seal this place with ourselves inside. Though we fall to Mephisto's corruption, we shall not forget our duty. Even in death, we guard the body of Sankekur.

Old, Yellowed Note

they have turned my mind is breaking I am not a coward I do not run this is my only victory
my blade hungers for blood it shall only find mine own

Bloodied Lectern

I couldn't stop them
forgive me forgive me forgive me forgive me forgive me forgive me forgive me forgive me forgive me forgive me forgive me forgive me forgive me forgive me forgive me forgive me forgive me forgive me forgive me forgive me forgive me

Dedication to Zakarum Paladins

A brief epitaph dedicated to Zakarum paladins who guarded the body of Sankekur.

Below, a long list of names covers nearly all remaining space.

Echoes of Hatred

One of the figures holds a book bound in flesh. Each page is affixed with a withered mortal face. They seem to whisper in your mind: acts of violence, revenge, and depravity fueled by Hatred.

Litany of Hatred

Words have been carved into the chest of one figure, in the shape of a nautilus spiral. “Oh Hatred, most generous of the Three. Your chalice is ever full. When I am fearful, give me courage. When I am tired, give me vigor.”

Inarius' Armor

Broken, crumpled, and devoid of Light.

Scrawled Letter

"Our Lord of Hatred moves unseen to bring the dawn of his Age. We must show our devotion! Awaken the Lord's own essence that sleeps within Sankekur. Hasten the dawn!"

Triune Map

The Tides of Hell are precisely outlined, each with a fiery sigil at its epicenter. Lines radiate from these sigils to converge on a single location: the Black Tomb of Sankekur.

Plans of Rakhat Keep

Original Zakarum plans for the construction of Rakhat Keep. Fresh occult runes surround the door to the undercrypts, scratched out and redrawn around a "seal." It looks Horadric.

Crude Talismans

The basket overflows with salvaged metal pieces, hastily bent into Zakarum crosses.

Makeshift Cage

An old livestock cage, refitted with human-sized shackles. The stench inside is terrible.

Triune Corpse

Like many others nearby, the zealot's hands have melted together, still clutched in demonic ritual.

Horadric Seal

The runes hum with Horadric magic, sealing shut the doors to the keep.

Restored Plaque

Though badly corroded, some of the inscription has been cleaned out:
"...return our people to the Light. And...dwell in darkness... Deaf. Mute. Blind."

Protection Wards

The sigils emit the sulfuric tang of Triune magic, yet they remain passive towards us. It seems they are meant for others.

Shrine to the Mother

This small statue of Lilith is covered in sacrificial blood. A sure sign of frequent, painful offerings.

Demonic Pustules

Hideous growths sprout like weeds through the cracking tomb floor. Even buried under tons of stone, Mephisto's Hatred conspires to escape.

The Corpse of Sankekur

The blackened flesh has sunken and hardened. The fists are tightly clenched. And though the eye sockets are empty, you feel its gaze watching... burning straight through you.

Corroded Stone Slab

Names are chiseled into stones on the floor, each with a Zakarum cross: Geleb, Maffer, Bremm, Wyand, and Ismail.

Maps of Estuar

Nevesk, Kyovashad, Eldhaime, Rakhat, Caldeum...circled locations and scrawled notes chronicle your journey in obsessive detail.

Opening into Darkness

Below, through a thin membrane, terrible shapes churn and twist in bottomless darkness. Claws, teeth, burning eyes...surging up toward you.

Blood-soaked Missive

To Captain Soudeh-- Triune are massing at the Hell Gate, summoning demons. More coming, purpose unknown. Send the Wolves!

Nafain's Corpse

He makes no sound and draws no breath, but his eyes seem to be watching you.

Sightless Eye

The artifact’s edge is cracked, but it still pulses with magic. Glimpses of the nightmare realm flicker across the Eye’s surface.

Demon Corpse

A dead demon brute, bearing wounds from Lorath's polearm

Work Notice

Mercenary wanted for one-off job. Must not be afraid of goatmen. See Shahos by the docks.

Sand-Worn Marker

“Here is Jazadar ... Traitor ... thieves.”

Sand-Worn Marker

“Look ... his prison ... warned. Follow … not.”

Fly Demon Corpse

A thick, dark ichor oozes from its shattered skull. And yet the fly demon’s jaws quiver, seemingly ready to snap.

Rubble

Amongst the rubble are broken vials, bone, and broken stone from the overhead pillars. If the conduit Izel seeks is here, it would be unusable.

Old Experiment Table

Scattered on the table are papers stained and brittle with age. Perhaps these once detailed magics from a world long past. There are unbroken vials here but none appear to be what Izel is seeking.

Burned Corpse

Corpses litter the floor, fresher than the athenaeum’s age. The burned bones indicate hostile magics caused the robbers’ demise. Thankfully they triggered wards before you did.

Occult Writings

Jagged symbols litter the page. You feel a dark pressure emanating from the paper.

Bubbling Cauldron

The cauldron is filled with the same acrid liquid from the caves. The gas rising from the bubbling liquid stings your nostrils and burns your lungs.

Crates of Bottles

Crates of poison line the walls. There seems to be enough here to poison the oasis ten times over.

Field Commendation

This is a formal letter from High Confessor Prava commending Osric for "quick, decisive action" in the taking of Caldeum, expanding his command with another half-dozen soldiers, and granting him a modest increase in pay.

Blocked Passageway

Hader escaped into this passageway. I can see faint light emitting from the other side, but the way has been hastily blocked. I should look for another entrance…

Nageed's Letter

We're all set. Those pigs-born miners suspect nothing. The eastern guards will change shifts at dusk – that's your opening to attack. I’ve risked my neck and earned my share. Do not try to cheat me. - Nageed

Old Book

Walk the road of faith to a lone desert chapel. Stand at Akarat's feet, follow his example, and be rewarded.

On Caldeum's Defenses

And when all is lost, stand before the golden watchers at the palace gates, plead for their help, and be armed.

Dedication to Bala

Blessed Bala, architect of all creation, our cursed feet dirty your earth. We walk in accordance to your teachings, so the right path may be found. We bathe in your lifeblood, deep within the crevices of the earth, and Praise your likeness.

Dedication to Dialon

Divine Dialon, god of determination, pass judgement upon the weak. May our souls be cleansed and resolve strengthened. Our hands are torn as we move soil and stone for you. Your servants Praise at the feet of your effigy to be bathed in eternal flame.

Empty Altar

As you get closer to the altar, your teeth begin to ache. There is a distinct humming. It appears somethings are missing from the three altars…

Dedication to Mefis

Magnificent Mefis, beacon of love, hear your accursed servant. Anoint us with your infinite grace. Cleanse our minds, so we might repel malevolent forces. Where friend turns against friend, we cower and Praise before your majesty.

High Priest Corpse

The only remains of this cultist’s corpse are tattered robes and bone. How many ages this body has lain here can only be guessed.

Malformed Remains

A disfigured and warped corpse reaching up from the river. A Hollow, or one of their victims?

Decomposed Armaments

A collection of weapons that have rapidly decayed, covered in a black sludge. Likely discarded by the guards while fighting the Hollows.

Engraved Anvil

Tender words are etched into the base. "Raheir, my heart. Every Iron Wolf in Gea Kul helped hammer this anvil into shape. You've given so much to this city. Let it provide for you in turn."

Maps of Gea Kul

They depict the city in all its patchwork glory. Vulnerable areas—and plans to reinforce them—are notated in Raheir's fine penmanship.

Child's Sketchbook

You flip past a sketch of a dog lying under a market stall; schematics for a sword to be smithed; and a drawing of Fayira herself, one hand held by Raheir, the other clasped by a mercenary bearing the insignia of the Iron Wolves.

Spiced Rum

The scents of rich spices waft up from the flask—cinnamon, cloves, nutmeg, and something tangy but sweet. More care was put into this brew than is usually given to the sailors' swill that lines Gea Kul's docks.

Zakarum Tome

Though no sources indicate what has transpired in Omath's Stronghold, our enlightened leaders have proclaimed our seat of power in the south unholy. Perhaps one day with Akarat's blessing, this place will return to the light...

Inspect Mahjoob

Barbed hairs pierce through Mahjoob’s skin, oozing bloody pus. The flesh around his wound has wilted and peeled back, revealing a thick, leathery carapace underneath.

Dead Cannibals

There was a struggle here. While these cannibals lie dead, drag marks indicate whoever killed them was eventually overpowered and forced into the nearby cellar.

Blood-Scribed Skin

BRING VARYANA TO THE FETID LARDER AT THE TEMPLE'S MOUTH.

ONCE SHE SMELLS THE FLESH, SHE SHALL RETURN TO US.

AS OUR LAW COMMANDS, SHE SHALL EAT, OR BE EATEN.

Etched Plaque

"Beyond the pale door. Light is no more. Devoid of sound and struggle.
It is peace. It is solace. It is beyond the pale door.
Though turbulence is vital for this eternal revival."
-Poetry of the Dedicant Ysevete

Etched Plaque

Following me will not lead you to enlightenment nor truth. Following only leads to servitude. You must forge your own path. Only there will you find what you seek.  -Akarat's Letter

Makeshift Grave Marker

"Libuwem
The heroic mule.
A savior in more ways than one.
We will miss him forever."

Shrine to Akarat

"Ours is a world of unremitting struggle.
To live means to know loss.

Ours is a choice to take heed of suffering.
To persevere is an act of courage.

May Akarat's blessings be with you."

Abandoned Shrine

In times of significant danger, there will be a multitude of choices. Consider a powerful one: humility. - Akarat

Shrine of Tsalir

A ornate shrine to Tsalir. The inscription reads, "Patrons shall receive Tsalir's Blessing."

Kingdom of the Khazra

A detailed, firsthand account of encountering the khazra and clandestinely exploring their Dark Citadel.

Shoddy Grave Marker

There is something crudely etched into the wood... "Here lies Da"

Child's Drawing

A child's drawing of two people holding hands. The bigger figure is scratched out.

Weathered Gravestone

HERE LIES NESE CHOSAH
MOTHER, WIFE, FRIEND

Archive of Kuo Chosah

"I hold myself accountable for my son's curse. He will never be rid of it, though his heart is pure.

Even now, he's drawn to the Dark Citadel.
He speaks of a covert passage hidden in the vines and rock.

What he hopes to find there, I do not know."

Rotting Stew

Someone threw anything that looked edible into a pot. It probably tastes even worse than it smells.

Dark Citadel Contraband

Bags full of artifacts smuggled from the Dark Citadel. There doesn't seem to be much of a plan for this haphazard horde.

Slain Demon

Small, bloody footprints lead further into the jungle. They must belong to the mysterious demon.

It was able to fell this creature and make its escape.

Rubbish Cot

Broken furnishings shoved together, covered with a tattered sheet. Water drips through tears in the fabric. It looks cold.

The Dedicant Jualin

The One Who Wrote the Words of Akarat for All Sanctuary to Hear

The Dedicant Guilla

The One Who Carved from Akarat's Light Our Holy Order of the Zakarum

The Dedicant Istabela

The One Who Rose from the Grips of Evil to Let Forth her Inner Light

The Dedicant Ysevete

The One Who Bore the Torch of Light to Worlds Unknown

The Dedicant Adavin

The One Who Charted Holy Pilgrimage from Akarat's Light-Filled Steps

The Dedicant Tusega

The One Who Healed Corruption from this Light-Lost Land

Battered Lockbox

The chest is empty, save for a layer of musty straw and a small but content rat.

Bubbling Cookpot

The stew in the pot smells delicious.

Supplies Wagon

A rickety wagon stuffed with various supplies. Strangely, there is no place to hitch a horse.

Cave Painting

Despite its age, the paint is stark and bold against the rock face. It depicts Ah Bulan protecting humans from otherworldly entities.

Cave Painting

In this painting, Ah Bulan confers a boon unto a group of humans. It appears as if he is giving them a sliver of his own power.

Stone Tablet

Life is an ever-giving spark. Light need only be kindled.
(Characters of an unknown language line the bottom of the tablet.)

Profane Horticulture

Abnormal seeds and pulsating ooze on display for unknown applications, spattered with blood.

Face of Akarat

You pulled a little one from its clutches,
Revived a sunbaked man with its caress.
That maker of many deaths, giver of all lives,
It embraces you forever more.

Face of Akarat

Keeper of secrets, protector of guises,
It must be looked for to be seen.
Beyond it, the unknown. We tore it open,
And the pain unmade us both.

Face of Akarat

Blacker than a starless night,
And safety in its darkness.
Deep there, in the bowels of the world,
We huddled close in refuge.

Scattered Remains

The Giant Bloodhawks must have dropped this poor soul from a great height.
He's split open like ripe fruit.
However, there's a disconcerting lack of innards...

Bloodhawk Nest

A wretched bed of bones and refuse befitting a scavenger.

These eggs were recently hatched, but where are the chicks?

"To Be Reassigned - Pharus the Purifier"

Damned Marzhan! He demanded to watch me take the Sacrament, only smiled when I demanded reassignment. Thought I would be arrested, but I've been ordered to the Seared Revelation camp instead. Light be praised, I'll speak directly to Kharov on this matter.

"Frantically Written Note – Grigoriy, Master at Arms"

The death of Inarius... I feel my mind free of that maddening grip. I have grown strong – stronger than ever. The physical pain of others used to unnerve me, but now, how it delights me! The Sacrament is truly a gift, and with it, I am free.

"Request for Order – Viktor of the Gallows"

I've imprisoned those who grow too violent, but more shirk their duties. What they fail to understand is Kharov will have their loyalty. The Sacrament may absolve us of pain, but those without loyalty will find their feet never touch ground again.

Glory and Greatness - The Tale of Kharov

No one else could defend Inarius with such zeal! Kharov proclaimed that even though the body of the angel lay dormant, his Light eternally graces his faithful. Never has someone lost so much yet remained true to the glorious principles of true faith!

"Faith Is a Lie"

Those who kneel would die sitting down.

"Contempt for the Weak"

Slay those who would stand against you.

"Do as You Will"

Discard all restraint, let your actions define you.

Repaired Mosaic

[PH] A mosaic depicting a massive god-like being worshipped upon a verdant grassland. Underneath it are ancient Spiritborn glyphs beyond your understanding.

Memorial Shrine

There are those who seek immortality without the realization it has been but right in front of them.

Remains of the Boatman

You've seen this scene before, in a vision. Neyrelle, and the soulstone, and a corpse, on this very boat. Thick tendrils spear through his chest, his agony frozen on his face. He died helping her.

Dead Body

Pinned underneath a grisly corpse, you find a bloodstained page torn from a book: "The Devastation of Kurast: A Firsthand Account."

Hollow Tissue

The black ichor of the Hollows coats the wall. Small tendrils reach out to you, seeking the meat of your flesh.

Hollow's Corpse

Pieces of this Hollow's carcass slowly dissolve before your eyes, purged by the magic of the Gidbinn.

Khalim's Will

This shattered flail hums with faint magic. It seems someone attempted to repair it after it was broken.

Lam Esen's Tome

The book weighs heavy in your hand. Collected in its pages are arcane musings on the nature of Skatsimi magic. A couple chapters have been torn out.

Discarded Satchel

"A moment of rest. A moment he isn't whispering in my ear. That's all I need (...) The Kurast docks: rest."

Ormus's Staff

A time-worn metal staff. A thick layer of dust coats its ornate decorations.

Medicine Handbook

"If the wound is fresh, poison can be extracted via a simple technique.

Apply lacuni liver oil to a sharpened blade and use it to incise and drain the laceration.

Oil from young cubs works best."

Unbound Prisoner

Lacuni in the area are known to tie up prisoners for use as bait, luring unsuspecting travelers to their demise.

This corpse was recently freed from such restraints.

The blood here likely belongs to her would-be rescuers.

Pucho's Grave

"Here lies Pucho, Midnight Jaguar and son of Ah-Comotl. May he find his path through Mbwiru Eikura."

Yuyi's Grave

"Here lies Yuyi, Midnight Jaguar and son of Ah-Comotl. May he find his path through Mbwiru Eikura."

Ancient Mosaic

This must be the mural Ormus spoke of. Figures kneel in worship, strange spirits dot the edges. But the centerpiece is missing—where is Ah Bulan?

Unfinished Meal

The food in this pot is cold, and the embers beneath drowned in mud. Whoever prepared this food never came back for it.

Picked Over Supplies

The supplies that were once in these baskets seem to have been carried off. All that could be spared was left behind.

Mutilated Warrior

This man has been cleaved in two. Blood is still flowing from what remains. He was killed very recently. Perhaps there is still someone left alive up ahead.

Felled Enemy

Injuries suggest multiple assailants striking from all sides. It must have taken a tremendous effort to cut this creature down.

Dressed in a finery that is not expected on a Goatman.

Moldy Scroll Fragment

Years of failures...found armour that allows elemental magic resistance.
Nangari are witless creatures... now we bend their minds to our commands.
They wielded magic...never doubt the superiority of the Ennead clan again!

Burnt Clothing

Charred and bloodied clothing, discarded by the Burned Knights.

Torture Tools

Implements of mutilation, freshly stained with blood. A severed tongue lies among them.

Wak'Lan's Corpse

Behold the fate of those who refuse the Light of Zakarum!

Dead Traveler

The corpse looks to have been a villager from Gurnok, mauled by the wildlife. One hand rests on a chest, the other clutches a Skatsimi pendant.

Fresh Gravestone

Here lies Yalit. May she rest in the Light.

Fresh Gravestone

Here lies Apoxpalon. May he rest in the Light.

Fresh Gravestone

Here lies Popol. May he rest in the Light.

Child's Fresh Gravestone

Here lies Kaelan. May he rest in the Light.

Child's Fresh Gravestone

Here lies Yolotli. May he rest in the Light.

Suspicious Note

I was able to steal the egg. The trade is still on. Rendezvous point to the north of Samuk, near the stillwater pond.

Reliquary Golem

A hollow compartment in the chest of this bone golem reveals space for a relic to be stored.

Letter from Chairul

They chose me! I recognized some of the Knights in the market and confessed to them what I did. They said I could come with them to speak with their commander. When next I see you, I will be a Burned Knight. -Chairul

Crude Sculpture

Enlighted by Elias' teachings, Genbar crafted this statue to show his devotion to Lilith and her cause.

Knight Penitent Statue

Inscribed are the words to a Knights Penitent battle prayer.

Barbarian Corpse

An Oxen Tribe barbarian, hacked apart by his own infected brethren. The malignancy is spreading, just as Cormond feared.

Charred Tome from Orbei

“Humans most often fall to demonic corruption, but the creatures of Sanctuary are not immune. Each is the creation of Inarius and Lilith, born of Light and Darkness. They are vulnerable, same as we.”

Notes on Cages

"I’ve been tinkering with the cages, trying different assemblies. No closer to a cure, but I’ve left some designs that might prove useful. All untested, mind you. Do be careful. --Cormond"

Cormond's Journal

"So near to the coast, I can almost see the West. I was a boy when I left those shores, so eager to travel East and serve the living angel, Inarius. But it was an old man who took me in. Priest Varshan. The true Father of our village..."

Warding Salt

It appears Cormond has gathered salt to draw the ring around his wagon. An effort to ward off evil?

Faded Entry

"Cages of Binding. 1236: Found in Hawezar, distributed among our Zakarum outposts there. Confiscated by order of—"

Faded Entry

“The Sigils of Dendas. Dated ~1000, found 1245 in the ashes of Old Tristram. Horadric ritual for the attunement of demonic energies—"

Faded Entry

“10th of Jerharan, 1281. Monk Kislek reports that our sacramental wine has grown weak. Accuses Monk Meston of drinking our stores and replacing the loss with water—”

Crusader Missives

A brittle bundle of old communiques. The stamp of the Crusaders appears on each, but their content is written in code.

Paladin Prayer Book

A bound tome of prayer, sealed by the Paladin’s Cross. No doubt secret rituals lie within.

Tithe Ledger

A moldering book of accounts for the Church of Zakarum. Locations throughout Hawezar are referenced: settlements, strongholds, and outposts.

Inquisition Log - Day 34

"Another fell to darkness today. The ritual is fatal to all whose hearts can be captured, if we’re even able to capture the heart at all. We work tirelessly. Even if I wished for sleep, their cries are unrelenting."

Inquisition Log - Day 68

"The days blend with new rituals and tests. Though our cages can now capture the hearts of monsters, the rituals conclude with death. I can’t understand this defiance to Akarat’s light. There must be an answer."

Inquisition Log - Day 103

"Orbei has demanded my findings. They believe our experiments a failure. It is true, there is no separation of the darkness from the light while the being lives, but we have proven it possible once the heart is captured! We just need more time."

Inquisition Log - Day 112

"It's over. We've created the perfect cage to kill these monsters, and only kill.
May no more succumb to this fate. Akarat guide us all."

Bloody Note

"I can feel the sin inside me, growing each day. I almost tore Jaben's arm off tonight for spilling my ale. I would leave if I could just get through to Noava, but with the way she looks at me now, I know the sin is growing inside her, too."

Writing in Blood

Dried and fading blood spells out, "FREED FROM SIN."

Bloody Claw Marks

There are marks all along the undercroft from rabid clawing.

Varshan's Journal

"Velkhova is petrified. They can't understand what's happening to them or, perhaps, some simply don't want to. But I won't let them suffer without hope. I know Inarius will guide us back to the Light."

Damaged Book

The book is severely damaged from age and neglect, bookmarked to a ritual that is mostly illegible.

Letter from Cormond

"If you’re reading this, I’ve gone to search the ruins of Orbei. I'm not sure how long this will take. Help yourself to my workbench and tools. I hope to have news for you soon. --Cormond"

Cormond's Note

"I’ve found something! Meet me in the courtyard of Orbei as soon as you can! --Cormond"

Notice Board

URGENT: Immediate help required for generous pay. Any who can fight, visit Magistrate Oren at the office in the Street of Jackals.

Shipping Manifest

The manifest marks that all blood be transferred to someone named Addrine promptly after harvest. "The Ascension draws near."

Bloody Cages and Casks

There are trails leading from the cage to nearby casks. The stench of blood within is overpowering.

Veiled Gate

The gate is sealed with bizarre Ancient runes. A carving in the center depicts a crowned figure in a sarcophagus, sleeping with jeweled eyes open.

Stacked Casks

The heads of some of these casks are stained with fresh blood. They are filled to the brim and ready for transport.

Erys' Maps

Maps of the Steppes, Scosglen, and Hawezar, drawn on animal hide. Red marks and scrawled notes span from sea to sea.

Erys' Personal Notes

"Dreamed of him again. Half-dead in the change, desperate, starving...I barely recognized my brother, and he saw only the blood in my veins. And when he reached out, I ran. Thought nothing of him—of his suffering. Only my survival."

Hunting Equipment

Old weapons and traveling gear, well-maintained but repaired many times.

Scribbled Notes

A list of potential allies, many scratched out and littered with notes. The Cathedral of Light has a question mark beside it.

Yellowed Scroll

Old, dense text talks of multiple traits of the vampiric curse, but it's the section detailing the time it takes for the turn to take hold that's been circled with fresh ink.

Sealed Letter

My dearest friend,

The Loom is dead. You will find the tunnels collapsed, the runes scoured. To rebuild it without me would take a lifetime.

I hope you abandon this dream, as I have. And if not, I hope you live well.
-Zoltun

Piled Scribblings

"...I heard it in my sleep—a voice, echoing from down a long hallway. 'Malphas,' it said. And I knew my foe's name..."

Discarded Tomes

A collection of texts on the killing, banishment, or capture of demonic entities.

Forgotten Arm

The possessed man's arm. You could swear it twitched.

Piled Ropes

Ropes for binding. The townsfolk must expect the worst.

Crooked Corpse

A dead man being prepared for burial. Rope-burnt forearms, crooked spine. If you were to guess, he broke his own back in an escape attempt.

Active Gateway

Through the spiraling magics of the portal, you can just make out the Gatehall. Stare too long and your vision blurs.

Well-Penned Confession

"I've found it increasingly difficult to concentrate here. Zoltun demands every ounce of my attention, with his long-winded lectures and trite anecdotes. And yet, by all that is good, I cannot bring myself to ignore him...nor do I want to."

Armless Corpse

It's the man who escaped from Gea Kul. He bled to death coming here.

Charred Corpses

Two thieves, burned to death. One tried to shield the other. From what?

Fused Sand

The ground was struck by something hot enough to turn sand to glass.

Hand-Drawn Schematics

Mechanical designs of staggering complexity, penned by a delicate hand.

Treatise of the Infernal Elements

An ancient tome, filigreed in onyx. The insert reads, "Property of the Yshari Sanctum. Removal from the Grand Library strictly forbidden."

Massive Shoulderguard

A beautifully-wrought piece of armor—but far too large for any mortal body. Could this have been intended for a construct? Surely not.

Scribbled Note

"...leaking into the siphons again. Unbothered by the purge. Nothing should have survived..."

Open Shaft

Searing heat rises from this pit. Something rumbles far below—rhythmic and massive.

Scribbled Note

"If you must abscond from the library in the dead of night, do remember to throw the lever. I've no desire to be throttled by thieves. -Z”

Scribbled List

"Caldean flatbread, black olives, dates, salted pork, tea leaves for Ayuzhan. Need orichalcum for insulation, check bazaar."

Scribbled Letter

Ayuzhan of Caldeum,

I came to the Sanctum seeking knowledge, and instead I found you. Meet me by the fountain at dawn, next market day. I've a project that might interest you.

- Zoltun Kulle

Memoir of Zoltun Kulle

Only the first few pages are written: a diatribe against the Ennead Mages and their "lack of imagination."

Unused Components

Spearpoints and spigots, ready to be made into deadly traps.

Curious Cube

An intricate cube built of balsa wood. A model of some kind?

Ennead Letter

Zoltun,

I've never heard of any 'Malphas.' Likely a lesser demon. No real threat, and certainly no 'calamity.' You mustn't be so dramatic.

Your friend, Imin

Well-Penned Note

"I'm impressed, Zoltun; you've shattered a hundred Tuning Stones in as many days. And because you refuse to treat them delicately, I'm forced to find a means of repairing them. Until I do, you must content yourself with the few you have left. -Ayuzhan"

Raw Governing Stones

A pile of inert stones, shaped for use but unmarked by runes.

Scribbled Hypothesis

"We use runes to bind elements to metal. But perhaps their potential is yet unrealized? Could a rune bind hands to a chair? A soul to a body?"

Scribbled Diagrams: Igneous

"...Twin chords, meeting at the zenith, obtuse?..."

Unsent Letter

"Dear Isolde, I made it into the ruins. Priceless relics and easy marks abound, just as you said. However, you failed to mention the mad sorcerer and his metal marionettes. If I don't make it back home, I blame you. Your brother, Elbek"

Bloated Corpse

The bloated remains are slimy and gray from decay. Small tendrils of hair cling to the body.

Devlin's Parting Words

It promised to take Callum away. To make father notice me.
Callum's gone, but I'm still alone.
It calls me to the water. Twists inside.
I won't be alone anymore.

Mold-Spotted Journal Fragment

I saw the girl again. A strange reedy child, too pale, too thin, eyes too big.
But her strangeness cannot obscure how she looks like my husband. How much she resembles my Cecil.

Mold-spotted Journal Fragment

I saw Eadar again at the shoals. She said nothing to me, only stared at me with the same eyes I see looking out of our daughter’s face.
I think I prefer the yelling and pleading. In her silence I can hear my own guilt, and it is unbearable.

Mold-spotted Journal

Father always said it is true love that feeds the deepest hate. I thought that, having Roina, I need not want her father.
I thought I might be strong. But daily...I hear whispers that tell me I am not.

Corpses of Callum and Devlin

Two young boys. Their bodies are bloated with water, as if they drowned. But they’re too far from water.

Woodwraith Statue

A wooden statue of Shoh'ba's woodraith familiar. It appears to be made of its shed bark.

Shadowed Woodwraith Statue

A wooden statue made of Mochrann's shed bark. It appears corrupted with the same energy that killed Mochrann.

Chewed Corpse

The deer have torn apart various portions of the corpse. What remains is riddled with teeth marks. From the blood trail and marks on the ground, it appears the traveler was alive for some time after the initial attack.

Pool of magic

The magic here feels wild and untamed. It carries an undertone of contempt for living things but does not feel demonic in nature.

Broken Fence

Something large crashed into this fence leaving blood and traces of fur that lead deeper into the thicket.

Warning Sign

“STAY AWAY! A CURSED BEAST ROAMS HERE!”

Druidic Remedies

Scavenged herbs, murky potions, and makeshift talismans. The work of a dedicated amateur.

Broken Restraints

Heavy chains, bolted to the floor. A few of the links have snapped.

Bloodstained Corpse

One of the guardians Donan ordered to watch over Yorin. Just a broken corpse now, marred by claw marks. Yorin's mace sits atop the body, but there is no other sign of the boy.

Wardrobe

Filled with a woman’s garments, seemingly untouched for years. A dust-covered note atop the clothing reads: “Crafted by Caldeum’s own royal tailor. They call it silk woven of sunlight. Who better to wear than you, my love?”

Large Book

A hefty tome entitled "A Guide to the Weights and Measures of Ancient Kehjan: Volume II". The pages are well-worn and riddled with handwritten notes.

Well-Worn Book

A short book entitled "Journey Beneath the Twin Seas". The pages are filled with illustrations featuring a group of young adventurers exploring ruins and fighting off monsters.

Book

The Immutable Tenets of the Light

Book

The Wisdom of Father Inarius

Book

A small book entitled "The Path to Redemption". It contains prayers recited by the Cathedral of Light.

Book

The First Forest: A Guide to Scosglen and the Caoi Dúlra, written by Braega.

Book

A large tome entitled "Grimoire of Ash". The pages are filled with ancient writings of Hell's fire demons. One passage is about Astaroth, the Charred Duke.

Book

A Practical Guide to the Customs of the Skovos Isles

Book

A weathered tome entitled "The Book of Wards". Notes are scrawled in the margins of a section about fire magic.

Alchemy Table

A table cluttered with alchemical instruments. A piece of parchment lists ingredients for an elixir to cure insomnia.

Unfinished Manuscript

A stack of papers bearing the title "The Fall of Astaroth". It appears to be an unfinished chronicle of Donan's battle against the demon. Numerous lines have been crossed out and rewritten.

Letter to Donan

Donan,
I know losing your wife has been hard, but do not let that grief blunt Yorin’s potential. You cannot shelter him forever. He must be free to find his own way in the world. His faith in the Light will shield him from danger.
Reverend Mother Prava

Braega's Gravestone

HERE LIES BRAEGA
BRILLIANT SCHOLAR
LOVING MOTHER AND WIFE

I am with you as always
In every branch and stone
Born from this land I was
And so to it I return

Yorin's Gravestone

HERE LIES YORIN
SON OF BRAEGA AND DONAN
PROTECTOR OF SCOSGLEN

He was the true Light

Donan's Gravestone

HERE LIES DONAN
FRIEND, FATHER, HUSBAND
HORADRIM OF THE FIRST CIRCLE
WHO WALKED INTO HELL FOR ALL OF US

It was more than enough, brother

Deirdre's Corpse

The corpse of a young woman, badly mangled.

Druidic Charms

A broken necklace of druidic charms.

Bloody Frock

A woolen frock, badly torn and soaked with blood.

Deirdre's Grave

A simple memorial, fashioned from the planks of a wagon. A scrap of Deirdre's frock has been draped over it, carefully cleansed of blood.

Slain Merchant

His throat is violently ripped open. No other signs of wounds.

Undisturbed Merchant Wagon

Goods intact. No signs of thievery.

Piece from Maisie's Journal

Airidah came for a visit. Dad gave her salt and water.
She thanked him. Then went on her way.
I wanted to go with. Help her sing to the dead, but dad didn’t let me.
Said that we share the hills with the druid, but her work is not our work.

Slain Hunter

She dragged herself here in her final moments. Her face holds a grin of satisfaction.

Slain Hunter

Her quiver only holds a single remaining arrow.

Slain Hunter

His throat is slashed open. Eyes stare calmly, accepting.

Dedication to Éadaoin

The marker is plain, but beautiful in its simplicity. Carved runes spell a name: “Éadaoin.”

Cathedral Cross

Druid wardstones marred by deep scratches. Their runic lettering broken, these inert stones now serve only to uphold a symbol of the Cathedral of Light. The cross bears an inscription in a ragged hand.

Cathedral Cross

Another pile of broken, inactive wardstones. Whatever power they once held over the evil in this place is gone.

Cathedral Cross

The final wardstone lies in pieces, like the rest.

Tattered Cathedral Banner

“INARIUS IS A PEST,” is written in blood across the torn banner.

Slain Knight Penitent

Claw marks riddle the decaying body. A single word is written across the fallen knight's chest: TRESPASSER.

Knights Penitent Helms

The helms are old, dented from violent blows and spotted in dried blood.

Runic Message

The stone is carved with a message welcoming travelers to the forest, where they can become one with nature. But something has been written over it, in dried blood: “CATHEDRAL DOGS NOT WELCOME.”

Mutilated Bear

This bear has been expertly skinned. The wounds underneath are similar to those that afflict Bearfa.

Crumbling Basket

A simple basket that will no longer hold anything.

Stone Pile

The broken remains of druid charms.

Battered Shield

The boiled leather is marred by long scratches and tooth marks.

Una's Journal: Entry 1

The goatmen raids are getting worse. Conall's farm was burnt out last week...the whole family lost.

It used to be the druids protected us. Now they're gone, and they left nothing but their crumbling ruins.

Una's Journal: Entry 2

I went to the Umbralwood yesterday to search for anything from the druids. Lorcan said it was a fool’s errand and refused to come, but I found a small wolf carving that radiated a strange power. I'm almost positive this is how the druids shapeshift.

Una's Journal: Entry 3

I haven't told Lorcan, but every night I sneak out to a secluded place and try to unlock the totem. I barely sleep anymore, and when I do, I dream of running on all fours through the woods hunting the goatmen. They're calling to me.

Una's Journal: Final Entry

Lorcan seemed tired this morning. Complained of odd dreams. Could he be hearing it too? Tonight will be my last attempt, I can feel it. When the totem calls, I will answer.

The Ravenous Idol

Granddaughter, on the day you answer Etsuk Supa's call, remember that I am with you. May this ravenous idol allow you to control your gift, lest it control you.

Bloodied Cot

Tuwile is missing. A path of blood leads outside, suggesting he was dragged.

Tuwile's Corpse

The twisted remains of Tuwile, warped and deformed by Umija's plants. His face is frozen in agony, a profane flower rising from his throat.

Pungent Cauldron

Unknown herbs and lumps of loam churn inside the pot, releasing an acrid scent that permeates the room.

Impaled Knight Corpse

This knight appears to have been propped up by impaling blades. Written in smeared blood on the front of the armor is the word, "Disloyal".

Aged Parchment

He returned today, half dead, his throat split open and gangrenous. He left to rid Nahantu of Hatred. His battle with its master near killed him. And still, evil blooms in the soil. What more could Sanctuary demand of him? Let it rot, I say. Let him rest.

Rough Sketches

Sketches of Akarat, human and lion. Scrawled notes read, "He's dead now. Yet he comes to me in dreams, in a lion's shape...Am I mad to think it him? But the creature radiates his same love and sorrow. It is a comfort in sleep, and an agony when I wake."

Scrawled Letter

Jualin, I'd hoped you of all would understand. I loved Akarat as fiercely as you. These safeguards for his final rest aren't meant for you—they're for thieves. For they will come. Trust me. I was one of them, once. Find me in Samuk. -Istabela.

Abasi's Remains

Abasi's chest is ripped open, his heart removed. Though a brutal scene, his face shows contentment and acceptance.

Dead Rhino

This dead rhino was run through with a burned knights' spear. Unluckily for the knight beneath it, it appears that rhino got the last laugh.

Charred Remains

The victim's features look like they were intentionally mutilated to obscure their identity.

Stone Tablet

It was here I first met Akarat. Here, my life changed. Though I was rich, and he poor, it was I who needed generosity, and he who gave it freely. I was ill, and dying. He picked me up, and held me tenderly, and took me northwest to his camp.

Stone Tablet

My shame returned with my strength. "Why help someone like me?" He only smiled. "Help was asked—so help was offered." He's either fool or swindle, I thought. Yet when he bade me southwest to the crevasse that hid his friends, I took his hand and went.

Impaled Knight Penitent

"Witness the cost of heresy!"

Scroll Pile

A list of Knights that died in the siege of hell.

Scroll Pile

Prayers to the dead martyrs for strength and courage.

Bloodied Corpses

A gruesome collection of partially eaten corpses. Scraps of fine clothing suggest these may be the remains of the royal family.

Immemorial Inscription

Only the worthy earn the Grinning One’s attention. Prove themselves. Now, they know true happiness—their bliss boundless. The Old One’s Eternal Gift.

Immemorial Inscription

Only fools seek the Grinning One’s attention. Offer themselves. Now, they know true suffering—their torture endless. The Old One’s Eternal Gift.

Bloodstained letter

My Bright Ray, I received your last letter from Alzuuda and the gold you sent. I wish you would give up this mercenary life and come home. Having you here is a greater blessing than gold. I have kept Little Tuya safe –

Demonic Scroll

Scrolls of incantations for the summoning of minor demons. Drawings resemble the four-legged demons in the canyons.

Bloody Statue

An expertly-carved statue of Lilith, covered in blood and viscera.

Broken Carvings

The remains of a fine stone statue, smashed to pieces.

Ogai's Corpse

Ogai’s jaw is ripped open, a horrid smile spread across his face. The jawbone is missing.

Khada's Corpse

The body is dressed in robes identical to Ordun's. Large chunks of flesh have been brutally torn off, but the contents of his bags remain untouched.

Scorched Debt Ledger

I, Andreea of Lakren's Overlook, offer a debt in exchange for my deepest desires. May this ledger be bound until my desires are granted, or upon my death, whichever comes first.

-Signed, Andreea of Lakren's Overlook

Zakarum Trail Marker

Towards the light where the remains of our folly wander the twisted paths, seek the high place.

Zakarum Trail Marker

Up the coast to where we watched our brave crusaders set forth to the western lands.

Blood-Splattered Scroll

In my dreams, a figure bathed in Light, named Izzoth, came and spoke words of great power. I have written them down and placed the scroll at Khotun’s Reach where only the faithful will find it. Seek the first trail marker at the graveyard of ships.

Strange Scroll

You who have followed the path, speak the words of power given by the Light, and commune with the divine. (The words are in a strange script and appear to move on the page.)

Curio of Salak

A vessel hums with the cursed energy contained within, collected from all the ills inflicted on the population by the cruel Overseer Salak.

Curio of Hajar

Death and darkness infest this vessel. Overseer Hajar collected as trophies the souls of those they callously tortured and petrified.

Curio of Kafan

This vessel conceals its true nature. There is little to discern one from another just by looking - only the faint scent of Overseer Kafan, full of their lies and deceit, would ever warn you that a curse was placed upon this curio.

Stack of Books

A former local's personal journals documenting daily affairs.

Stack of Books

An assortment of worn cookbooks. Recipes line the pages.

Stack of Books

A few classic works of literature.

Sun-Ravaged Corpse

The body has been ravaged by being weeks in the hot sun. One of the many guards strewn across the marketplace, they must have fought so hard for their lives. These poor souls never stood a chance.

Makeshift Barricade

Looks like the City Guards put up a fierce fight and held them off so people could try to escape. Piled up boards, tables, anything they could find was used to try and stall the incoming massacre.

Old Worn Map

At the center of the map is the Temple of the Primes, an ancient complex buried beneath Mt. Civo. Notes are scrawled across the paper. They appear to be calculations for how much of Guulrahn’s populace would be needed to excavate the temple.

Torn-Out Page

Sketches of three shrines, each depicting one of the Prime Evils: Diablo, Baal, and Mephisto. Below the drawings, Elias has written, “Only the blessed can open the way.” 

Oyuun's Journal

Most of the pages are smeared with blood. The legible entries speak of the cannibals overrunning the city. On the last page, Oyuun has written, “She’s not coming. I pray that means she made it out.”

Small Chest

Filled with an assortment of knickknacks: a simple dagger, a few coins, and a lock of dark hair, bound by a blue ribbon.

Moldy Old Journal

An old damp ledger. Tucked between the pages is a folded note. Most of it is illegible, but you can make out a few words.
"...earthquake damaged outer walls..."
"...seal away the section..."
"...leave the dead inside..."

Bound Corpse

This corpse was bound hastily, but tied with funeral charms honoring the dead. Blood stains the cloth and drips unto the earth below.

Gospel of the Mother

Covenants, Verse 7
In the mountains, the Mother and I saw a village. The people, cold and hungry, prayed to a Light that would give them no warmth. But in her presence, a new fire was stoked in their hearts. They would never go hungry or feel cold again.

Lakren's Builders Notice

All brave volunteers are needed to help rebuild this broken world. Train under Lakren the master builder and help save Sanctuary.
Tools and coin will be provided.

Cultist Recruiters

The corpses of the Triune cultists sent to bring the Word of Lilith to these bandits. All valuables have been stripped from the bodies. A trail of blood leads elsewhere. Perhaps there's a survivor.

Cultist Missive

Brethren, the bandits of Onyx Watchtower are nothing more than common thieves, but they hold a location of extreme value. We will bring to them the Word of Lilith giving them a purpose in life and thereby swelling our own ranks.

Orders From the Abbot

The Horadrim Elias and I are not to be disturbed for the remainder of our meeting, except by the arrival of Lorath Nahr. Should he appear, escort him to the Sacristy at once.

Archive Door Seal

“You who would seek to know Darkness, kneel before the Light. Speak the words of the Litany, and accept our holy burden.”

Zakarum Statue

Through the Day, I have prepared to accept this burden of knowledge.

Zakarum Statue

From Morning, my eyes were opened and I saw the coming darkness.

Zakarum Statue

Unto Evening, I shall keep it safe, and into the Night hereafter.

Gan's Corpse

The goat thief's body has turned to dense salt. Large portions are missing, as if eaten.

Lonely Offering

Though timeworn, you endure. Before your colorful kin, I say: Yes, I keep our traditions!

Torn Note

Shout your rejection, "no Mother of mine" at her towering statue in rift's hidden shrine.

Mutilated Barbarian

Torn flesh and bite marks riddle the corpse. Jaw agape, they express both surprise and terror.

Elder Forest Spirit Totem

Carved into this totem are various hieroglyphs and images of a large primate, indicating this totem celebrates the Elder Forest Spirit, Wumba.

Elder Plains Spirit Totem

Carved into this totem are various hieroglyphs and images of a large cat, indicating this totem celebrates the Elder Plains Spirit, Rezoka.

Elder Sky Spirit Totem

Carved into this totem are various hieroglyphs and images of a large bird of prey, indicating this totem celebrates the Elder Sky Spirit, Kwatli.

Elder Soil Spirit Totem

Carved into this totem are various hieroglyphs and images of a large centipede, indicating this totem celebrates the Elder Soil Spirit, Balazan.

Generic Notice Sign

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Scribbled Manuscript

This place was a sinking ship, and Ormus a rat hiding in its bilge. The mad feast in Travincal was felt from one horizon to the next, twisting every sorry sot caught in its gravity.
Until the Gidbinn, that is. Ormus gave it life—the ship ceased to sink.

Ichor-Stained Page

This page details Mephisto's imprisonment beneath Travincal. In lurid detail, it tells of the ultimate failure of that prison, and the utter chaos that ensued.
You recognize Neyrelle's handwriting in the margins. "DON'T REPEAT THEIR MISTAKES."

Skewered Knight Penitent

Impaled on what appears to be his own weapon. "Heretic" is smeared in blood on the front of the armor.

Mortar and Pestle

A healer's tools. They look freshly used.

Jars

Herbs. Mushrooms. Organs. Not for cooking.

Kettle

Whatever is brewing smells awful.

Blood-filled Well

The blood is human. Dozens of victims. Somehow, it's still warm.

A Missive

Wayward servants:

Have you forgotten that only a Bloodforged Sigil can admit you into your Lord's abattoir? Take greater care in your duties, lest you prove more useful as fodder.

Carved Inscription

"Eternity. Ferocity. Divinity. These are the powers of your stolen birthright, dwindling in the blood of humanity. Claim the blood. Reclaim your birthright."

Lore on Skull of Vampire

Hints about the skull of a powerful vampire that was reduced to only a skull, refusing to die. Feasting off of fear, its life force faded but power lurked just below the surface, waiting.

Crude Journal

"I've been summoned to the Tomb of Hallows! Master must be pleased with the wanderer I sent. Had a good feeling about that one."

Crumpled Note

"Two barbarians, one druid, and a dabbling sorcerer...not nearly enough! Master needs more to join his Blood Seekers, far more."

Ascended Blood Seekers Tome

Names and deeds of Lord Zir's lieutenants, referred to as the Ascended Blood Seekers. The tome shows months of work identifying and tracking their location.

Caved In Entryway

The entrance to the Gatehall has caved in, forever sealed by the sands of Kehjistan. If you listen closely, you believe you can hear Ayuzhan working diligently below.

Inert Gateway

Well-maintained but lifeless. No telling where it might lead.

Inert Gateway

Well-maintained but lifeless. No telling where it might lead.

Inert Gateway

Well-maintained but lifeless. No telling where it might lead.

Inert Gateway

Well-maintained but lifeless. No telling where it might lead.

Inert Gateway

Well-maintained but lifeless. No telling where it might lead.

Grotesque Effigy

Body parts assembled in the shape of a man, albeit distorted: shoulders too wide, hands with seven fingers, torso filled with all the wrong organs.

Map of a Sanctuary Past

An almost-familiar map. Though the geography matches the Sanctuary you know, many of the cities, strongholds, and major features are different. With some effort, you can discern the marked locations.

Rubble

Amongst the rubble are broken vials, bone, and broken stone from the overhead pillars.

Old Experiment Table

Scattered on the table are papers stained and brittle with age. Perhaps these once detailed magics from a world long past.

Burned Corpse

Corpses litter the floor, fresher than the athenaeum’s age. The burned bones indicate hostile magics caused the robbers’ demise. Thankfully they triggered wards before you did.

Discarded Vials

It seems this outpost was abandoned in a hurry. Various magical conduits are scattered about, abandoned despite their quality.

"The Binding"

"To harness Fear, a mage must bow to fear. At Mount Civo, speak Fear's name: Al'Diabolos. Fear will rise to answer, and smile at himself within you."

"Hierarchy of the Spirits"

As the living obey and command, so too do the Spirits. The greatest among them have legions at their call. In knowing who serves who, and for what purpose, we may borrow that authority.

"The Cursed Places, As Revealed by the Viz-Jaq'taar"

A catalogue of Vizjerei hideouts supposedly purged by the Mage Hunters. You know for a fact that many of these sites are now overrun with cultists.

"Conspiracy: An Account of the Vizjerei"

"Many Vizjerei texts speak of spirits. The scholars among you will recognize this for what it is: linen over filth. These were not spirits, but demons, offering the Vizjerei power in exchange for discretion."

Fused Stone

This stone has a distinctive swirling pattern, with discolored streaks interweaving across its surface. If you were to guess, it was made from the shattered pieces of a dozen broken Tuning Stones.

Corpse of an Iron Wolf

An Iron Wolf, dead by stabbing. The killers struck repeatedly, desperately, inexpertly. Did the caravaneers do this?

Cultist's Sketch

A graphite sketch: a beautiful woman rises from a caravan's worth of bodies, and two armored figures bask in her light.

Caravan Route Map

A map of Kehjistan, dotted with the caravan's winding route through the mountainside. Someone was tracking the caravan's progress.

Sacrificed Iron Wolf

An Iron Wolf, his throat slit, his limbs spread to the tangents of a ritual circle.

You can smell the acrid tang of Hell. A demon was summoned here, but it's long gone.

Shining Medallion

Telan's medallion, polished to a mirror shine.

You can almost see yourself in the reflection. What did Telan see?

The Anvil's Report

A report from Soudeh. She notes Telan's bravery on the field and his expertise with the sword, but swears he will never be Captain. "He treats his comrades as tools," she writes. "These are the traits of a common mercenary, not a Wolf."

Ravaged Dummy

A battered training dummy, its torso slashed, its arms lopped off. Hundreds of hours of training, or one fevered tantrum?

Crucified Suspect

Badly beaten and strung up for all to see. A sign around her neck reads "Spy for the Triune."

Crusaders' Warning

"Off limits! Anyone found on the premises will be arrested as Triune conspirators and sentenced under the Light. -Father Dymus, Priest of Zarbinzet"

Istel's Grimoire

A leatherbound book marked by the sign of the Mother. One side is badly burned. Saved from a fire?

Letter to Istel

I,
I know you've been missing Cerrigar. No one knows how to make skink, but one of the merchants was selling a Scosglen eagle. It reminded me of you. I hope it reminds you of the better parts of home.
-L

Statue of the Mother

Small, yet well cared for. Drops of blood stain her feet, both dried and fresh.

Travel Supplies

Dwindling rations, soiled bandages, potion bottles near drained...sure signs of a losing battle.

Moss-covered Grave

The plaque reads:

"------------, third of his name

Thus ends his tormented lineage
Three generations, thrice cursed.
Let it be known - the law of the jungle
Absolves betrayal only in death."

The name has been purposefully defaced.

Moss-covered Grave

The plaque reads:

"------------, third of his name

Thus ends his tormented lineage
Three generations, thrice cursed.
Let it be known - the law of the jungle
Absolves betrayal only in death."

The name has been purposefully defaced.

Old Scribbled Message

The stone is covered in scribblings; only some are legible:
"Grandson ... hope ... reaches you ... doomed ... my folly ... fortune ... stolen by ... vermin in Nahantu ... find another ... became trapped ..."
429 tallies are marked around the message.

The Reverence of Lord Uacax

Although Lord Uacax was an orphan, he held great respect for his ancestors. Before embarking on his quest he honored them thrice. He returned with the riches of the earth.

The Accession of Lord Uacax

On the day of his accession Lord Uacax followed the morning birds and they honored him with their song. He adopted their image as his crest.

The Triumph of Lord Uacax

A cunning beast terrorized the plains. Though Lord Uacax was untrained in combat he hunted and defeated this foe. He claimed the beast's weapon as his trophy.

Travelers Beware!

GARBHAN ENNAI

The Butcher of Cerrigar, Garbhan is more beast than man. He has evaded our hunters every attempt to slay him. If traveling through The Harrowfields, be wary: he will smell you far sooner than you will see him.

Travelers Beware!

BLIND EDLIN

While it is true that Blind Edlin is a story told to wayward children, there can be no denying the sound of a bell issuing forth from the Blood Vale. Whether or not the stories are true, be wary while traveling through that accursed place.

Travelers Beware!

GASPAR STILBIAN

As dangerous as The Scar in the northeastern Highland Wilds is, the appearance of this cruel stranger has made it worse. Gaspar has overpowered any who have attempted to capture him, his fists wreathed in fire.

Travelers Beware!

LORD EÒNAN

A gaunt figure has been spotted in the Dark Thicket, in the Deep Forest to the south. The possibility that the blood-mad Lord Eònan has returned from the grave is too dangerous to ignore.

Mutilated Body

Shorn limbs. Twisted metal. Acrid smoke rising from the corpse.

Did you do this?

Travelers Beware!

ZAROZAR THE MIGHTY

Legends speak of a barbarian warrior whose bloodthirst was so ferocious, he terrified even the cannibal tribes. Zarozar's spirit still haunts Desolation's Reach, searching for a worthy challenge.

Travelers Beware!

PITILESS GUR

A creature so merciless, those few that have survived an encounter with him claim he has a heart of ice. There may be some truth to this, as even the heat of the Boiling Planes is brought to chill he stalks nearby!

Travelers Beware!

ALMUNN

Do not travel through the Ashen Tread in the southern Scarred Coast without mercenary escort! A horrific demon calling itself Almunn scours the area for its next victim.

Travelers Beware!

BHOTAK THE INEVITABLE

The Khazra Bhotak was slain by the Piercing Suns mercenary company, but somehow his ragged, bloody form has returned. Take extreme caution when traveling east through Wayfarer's Folly, for Bhotak ensures that name is well-earned.

Barrels and Vases

Filled with various foods and supplies to guard against the harsh conditions.

Campfire

A pungent odor rises from the pot. Some kind of fermented meat?

Goatman Corpses

The burned bodies of goatmen lay in a pile. The unpleasant stench of charred fur and blood clings to the frigid cave air.

Barbarian Grave

The grave of a fallen warrior of Bear Tribe. Their weapons and armor displayed proudly seems a testament to their honor.

Bear Tribe Weapons

Well-kept, but well-worn. The cold is hard on steel, as are the Khazra.

Extinguished Brazier

A long extinguished brazier, cold to the touch. Jagged words are scratched into the rusty metal: "Inarius is a goat."

Call of the Blessed

“People of Kyovashad, the Light is in need of defenders. Those who join the Knights Penitent will be provided training, food, shelter, and a chance to cleanse your soul of sin.”

“Fight for Your Faith”

“Strong are those who stand in the Light. Stronger yet those who fight alongside him!”

Forged Relics

The table is strewn with pouches full of sand. Scraps of paper are attached to each bag, and each bears the same note: "Father Inarius gazed at this sand and moved it with his awesome power. Three hundred gold."

The Gospel of the Father

The book is battered and torn. The words “Where was the Light when my girl died?” are scrawled across every page, making the original text illegible.

Holy Decree

“By order of Reverend Mother Prava, blacksmiths shall now devote half their time to forging armaments for the Knights Penitent.”

Notice Board

“NOTICE: At the start of the new month, Reverend Mother Prava will hold a sunrise sermon in celebration of the Divine Advent, the day Father Inarius returned to the world."

The Knight Penitent

"Blessed are the Knights Penitent who stand at the Father's side, for they will earn a place in the Heavens."

Market Boxes

Beneath the heavy tarp lie crates of vegetables and fruit, preserved by the frigid weather.

Pilgrim’s Belongings

Clothes, books, and other assorted items sit in a heap. Many faithful have made the trek to Kyovashad to join in prayer or in battle.

Shrine of Mercy

A plaque at the shrine reads: “Take one stick of incense and place it in the fire. The Father will see your offering and show mercy to any of your loved ones that are ill.”

Shrine of Piety

A plaque at the shrine reads: “Children of the Light, be not afraid. Pluck your finger and let the blood drip into the flames as a sign of your faith and courage.”

Stockades

The wood is branded with a phrase: “Let this be the first step on your journey to the Light.”

“Take Up Arms”

“Take the fight to the denizens of Hell, before they bring Hell upon us!”

Altar of Light

A place of prayer, maintained for locals and travelers. A fresh candle sits atop heaps of spent wax. The Light is never allowed to go out.

Cathedral Seal

The official seal of the Cathedral of Light, cast in heavy bronze. The surface is heavily tarnished, touched by countless pilgrims at the end of their journey south. 

Pyre of Margrave

Crowned by the Cathedral Cross, the great pyre stands as tall as any roof in town. Charred corpses of the condemned remain lashed to the timbers – a clear warning for all who enter Margrave.

Charred Bodies

Piled high and still smoldering, countless corpses await final burial outside the walls of Margrave.

Jailer's Tools

Hooks, prods, and cruel shapes hang from the rack. Some look like old livestock tools, fitted for human captives. 

Mauled Corpse

Whatever creature fed on this man, it had claws the size of daggers. The people of Margrave have more to fear than bandits in these woods. 

Notice Board

"Citizens and pilgrims of Margrave - At the toll of the bell, all men, women, and children must assemble around the Pyre. Together, we bear witness to the wages of sin." 

"Beware!"

"Beware! Many lives have been lost to this canyon. Some say vampires lurk in its shadows."

Campfire Pot

A pot full of old vegetables and lentils, but barely any meat.

Husband's Coffin

The epitaph reads: "We should have left this place long ago. I will wait till the ground thaws, you were a good man who deserves a proper burial."

Merchant's Notes

Scattered notes and ledgers. The one at the top reads: "I've lost everything since the Knights fled from the vampires up north. My family is gone too. I am just alone amongst these drunks."

Old Crates

A merchant's neglected old crates. Many haven't been used in a very long time.

Pilgrimage Board

"May the Light protect those who seek the light of Inarius. May you find peace while on your travels to Kyovashad."

Gambling Hall Board

"If ye cheat while gambling, you'll be banned a month and short a finger. Twice, either hand, yer choice. Thrice, and you meet the end of a rope!"

Garrison's Board

"Knights who serve the light shall forever bathe in the glory of the heavens. Join today!"

Garrison Supplies

Crates of rations, dried venison, medical supplies, and strong ale—a garrison preparing for a long winter it seems.

Keg Rack

The barrels are stacked neatly, with tight corks. The drink inside is clearly high quality and valuable.

Penitent Shield

The shield bears the scars of many battles. An inscription reads: "Faith in the Light shields against the darkness."

Vampire Corpse

These rotting, stinking corpses of the undead are a grim reminder of the dangers just outside the city.

Drowned Bell Trophy

This bell looks like it was reclaimed from the Drowned. Taken apart and repurposed, its death knell has been silenced for good.

"Skull & Anchor" Table

A game of chance in which players bet on dice marked with the four card suits (crowns, stars, snakes and lions) plus a skull and an anchor. Originally played by Westmarch sailors, the game has become popular in Backwater as well.

Crates of Illicit Goods

All manner of alcohol hailing from all of Sanctuary’s sunless corners, collected here. Even the dregs of society need a taste of home it seems.

Jobs Board

Once a piece of shipwreck, now a jobs board. Runs the gamut from lost items to bounties on heads

Knife Throwing Dummy

Littered with countless holes from bouts of knife throwing. A blood stain of dubious origin trails from the dummy.

Piles of Personal Effects

Tools, weapons, and clothes are of little use to the dead. Folks take as they please from these piles.

Scarred Table

The table shows deep gouges, scratches, and stains, likely from games both revelrous and mutinous.

Severed Hand

This severed hand still weeps blood. It was only recently separated from its owner.

Bubbling Concoction

A bubbling greyish-brown liquid simmers away. While aesthetically repulsive, the scent is sweet and vaguely alluring.

Funeral Pyre

A fresh pyre prepared for those who recently succumbed to disease. It appears the people of Wejinhani still honor the dead, even if they can't be buried.

Medicinal Ingredients

A carefully organized table of ingredients used in the creation of various healing aids. Moss, spiderwebs, bark…from the look of it, there is little from the swamp that isn't used.

Letter Home

"Mother,
I'm sorry for disappearing after saying those awful things. I know it was hard watching me die in front of you, so I sought aid in the swamps of Hawezar. You were right. Nothing could be done, but I had to try. Please don't hate me.
Myfi"

Patient Ledger

"Elewka—Marsh Foot—Swamp mangrove oil, 2x daily—Full recovery
Nikoyo—Serpent's Chills—Beyond aid—Pyre burning set
Msias—Bone Mold—Removal of arm advised. Agreement reached
Zaita—Rotting Spasms—No cure. Make as comfortable as possible"

Basket of Spike Fiend Quills

A large basket of spike fiend quills of various sizes. The tips appear to be coated in some sort of sticky substance. Were these removed from someone or are they used for healing?

Recipe Book

A tattered recipe book containing detailed drawings, diagrams, and recipes for different healing agents. The margins are covered in notes written in various styles. This book has clearly seen the hands of many generations of healers.

Mossy Cage

A rusty cage once used to hold deserters and enemies of the Zakarum.

Destroyed Quintain

A quintain formerly used by the Crusaders to prepare for battle. It has since wasted away with the rest of the fortress.

Zakarum Statue

A statue of a saint of the Zakarum faith. Her name forgotten to time.

Statue of Akarat

A statue of Akarat tarnished by time and nature. Surprisingly, the tome he holds is still legible.
"Embrace the Light with all that you are and you will overcome any evil that stands before you." 

Discarded Bottles

All empty. Where faith fails to provide solace, perhaps drink is a handy substitute. 

Crusader Helmets

Worn Crusader helmets bearing no name or special ceremony. Likely a reminder of what happens when your name is lost to the Order. 

Donation Bowl

Coin, fruits, and other small tokens fill the bowl. The people here are few in number, but devout.

Expedition Maps

Various maps of the Hawezar swamps covered in circles that have been crossed out. It looks like most of the region has been scoured. 

Incense Burner

The sickly-sweet odor of Hawezari flora wafts from the incense. Cut off from major supply routes, incense herbs must be foraged.

Prayer Bench

Moss and dirt cover most of the bench. Despite its age, the seat still sees regular use.

Prayer Station

A lone lit candle sits amongst a sea of empty votive holders. Some still hold the faith close to their hearts.

Precepts of Akarat

Dog-eared and tattered, the worn pages show the precepts of Akarat. How many generations of Crusaders have read over these words?

Razor and Bucket

The Crusaders who first settled here shaved their heads to stave off lice. The practice has since taken on symbolic meaning, indicating one’s piety and devotion.

Weapons Cache

These weapons shows clear signs of neglect: dents, chips, and gouges mar the metal and deep cracks etch the leather scabbards.

Zakarum Relief

An old relief that tells a tale from the Zakarum faith. Its imagery faded and worn, much like the morale of the Crusaders.

Standard of the Fifth Eye

Bandit gangs mark their turf in this city with flags. These colors signal one of the most ruthless crews, the Fifth Eye.

Donation Bowl

If there were coin, the Zakarum priests would distribute it to the poor and lame. As of now, it stands empty.

Fish Bucket

Freshly caught, and overly fragrant. It seems fish makes up a large part of the diet here.

Gaudy Feast

Flies feast on a pile of luxurious fruits and cheeses casually forgotten by the wealthy.

Extravagant Gate

It serves as both a barrier and as a decadent display of wealth.

Tightly Sealed Crates

There’s a good chance the contents would be considered less than legal in most other ports on Sanctuary.

Hanged Corpse

The body hangs in a prominent place, where it can be easily seen and smelled. This corpse was meant to send a message.

Dead Camel

What little meat is left on this starving animal’s bones has been stripped and eaten.

Joy Pipe

Strange bittersweet scents cling to the pipe. The substance inside is probably banned in other cities.

Vomit-filled Bucket

Drying vomit fills the bottom half. The stench is overwhelming. Disease lingers in this part of town.

Shipbuilding Tools

Storms, raiders, and beasts alike prey upon ships coming in and out of the port. Those that make it back to shore frequently need repairs.

Soup Counter

Priests hand out helpings of soup to the hungry. Prayers, conversations, and good cheer are shared amongst the community around this counter.

Bloated Body

This forgotten corpse serves as a reminder that even though it is a beacon of life in a harsh land, death still surrounds the oasis.

Healer's Sign

The sign points the way to the healer. "All sick and lame are welcome."

Armor of the Wolf

Armor dedicated to those who came before and those yet to come.

Pile of Coins

A wish from a simpler time when these waters held magic, not bodies.

War Plans

The plans are brilliant yet desperate. The armies of despair fill the small map of Kehjistan.

Wasp Ball

A small child's toy made from a grown man's nightmare.

Butchered Corpse

After the body was stripped of anything valuable, it was propped up for target practice.

Blood-stained Bowl

Streaks of red line the bottom of the bowl. Smudges of red powder decorate the outer sides, where it was handled.

Notice Board

“BEWARE! Your life is forfeit beyond this point. In the Fields, man preys upon man. Turn back if you wish to live!”

Bloody Equipment

A fighter probably gripped these beads in prayer. Now, they lie in a pile of items scavenged from corpses for resale.

Whetstone

Available to all who need it, this stone is used to sharpen blades before battle. It’s weathered from years of regular use.

Abandoned Armor

Abandoned armor of Knights Penitent, battle-scarred and soot-stained.

Staked Corpse

A young man of Tarsarak, convicted by the Knights and hung for all to see.

Traveling Gear

Provisions, water-skins, saddles, tents, and weapons. Tools of the trade for any desert guide.

Heirloom Banner

An old Kehjistani banner, carefully restored. The gold-leaf script reads: "Long live Alcarnus, shelter from the winds."

Discarded Clothing

Heaps of stained clothes, shoes, and other articles. Remnants of those judged guilty by the Knights Penitent.

Sacks of Ore

Dwindling sacks of metal ore. With the mines closed in the south, such materials have grown scarce.

Notice Board

"By order of Inarius the Father, anyone known to have served the demon Lilith must be delivered at once to the Knights Penitent. Those found giving aid to these heretics will face the Light in kind."

Bone Ward

A ward constructed of cattle bones and twine, placed by the gate to deter evil spirits from town.

Prayer Bell

Those visiting in years past rung the bell to show their honor for the gods.

Bloody Bibles

Not all those who venture into the crypt return.

Locked Cabinet

The cabinet doors are locked tight. It reeks of decay and a smear of blood from under the door shows it's been in use.

Holy Symbol

The holy symbol of the god for which those who visit seek to find.

Worn Shoes

The pilgrims choose to leave their trail shoes and start on a path anew on the way home.

Corpse Cart

An old cart being used to carry the bones of those who died here many years ago. Each skeleton is adorned with battle-tarnished armor, signifying them as necromancers who died defending their home.

Glowing Brazier

A chill breeze touches your ear as you pass the small brazier, and for a moment you swear you can hear the whispers of the dead emanating from within the brazier's soft glow.

Ballista

A ballista used in centuries past to defend humanity from the giants that roamed the land. It is now used to defend against the monsters and wildlife that threaten Ichorfall.

Damaged Crane

This crane was once used to harvest ichor. It has since been destroyed by the perturbed wildlife in the area, possibly due to the presence of the giants.

Giant's Bone

Centuries ago, giants roamed this land. The death of the giant beasts resulted in an abundance of ichor. Humans have taken advantage of this by harvesting and utilizing ichor from the corpses.

Ichor Barrel

Ichor is a valuable commodity in many areas.

Blacksmith Pricing

A meticulously written list of "suggested" prices that seem excessive, if not unreasonable.

Dusty Tomes

A collection of dusty tomes: heretical, exegetical, hermeneutical, and pharmaceutical.

Empty Basket

The meager spoils of a day's work fishing. The basket is nearly empty, bearing only a handful of rotting fish.

Figurine Collection

An aged set of figurines made of various stones including obsidian, quartz, and jade.

Ruined Fountain

A silent witness to the joys and sorrows of this small town. Once a memorial to the dead, now fallen into disrepair and disuse.

Notice Board

A worn sign reads, "HOLLOWS beyond barrier. All roads OVERWHELMED. Leave at your own risk."

Stone Obelisk

A relic from the days when spirits were worshipped by all who tread this ground.

Cow Corpse

The lacuni destroyed Kichuk's farmland and slaughtered its livestock. It will take time for the survivors to rebuild their humble town.

Cart from Hawezar

With the bridge to the swamps of Hawezar now repaired, illicit goods from Backwater and their questionable carriers have a new route to trade.

Burned Knight Shield

Likely scavenged from a corpse. The children of Kichuk have no other way to make coin than by picking valuables off the dead.

Lacuni Corpse on a Spike

Sometimes, a corpse is for the living. For these children who have lost everything, this gaudy display of violence returns a semblance of strength to them.

Weapon Rack

Cast bronze weapons and utensils, forged in ancient fires but weathered by time and use, now bear a mystical patina.

Book of Children's Tales

"Lift your heads, beat your chests and drums: Harsus flees. Adorn yourself with smiles and cheer: the toad-faced demon was beaten. Raise your heads to the sun. Aya! Aya! Raise your heads to the sun."

Delicious Dish

Chili-charmed crocodile—fear vanishes in its savory spell.

Devourer Statue

"Where life is found, so too is death. An inevitability that gives us strength and fortifies our resolve to continue on for those who cannot."

Gilded Black Tome

Musty, tattered pages read like a journal cataloging the Prime Evil's effects on Sanctuary, mentioning an unfamiliar magic called "Skatsimi".

Ill-Fitted Door

Gaps in the planks illuminate a crumbling set of stairs. Beyond the dark descent, a barely audible cry—a bestial wail or just a trick of the wind?

Notice Board

Continue with caution. Unexpected danger lies in wait beyond this sign.

Poolside Notice

The waters yearn not for your coin's touch,
they hold no magic here.
Reserve your wishes for the stars.

Ritual Altar

A jaguar skull rests on a bed of amethyst. A smoky citrus scent emanates from burning tree resin—somehow foreign and familiar all at once.

Scenic Overlook

The burble of the waterfalls alongside the rustling of a soft breeze through the canopy provides an almost serene escape...save for the distant cry of an animal fighting for its life.

Straw Repository

Here lies the repository for the stables' straw, where the graceful and athletic find respite to sustain their mystical prowess.

Nigh-Broken Dummy

Amidst the myriad monsters' menace, strength and battle prowess become your shield against the encroaching darkness.

Aged Boat

This boat is beautifully made and well cared for, despite its age. Small carvings around the trim depict the people of Samuk kneeling and giving thanks to the lake.

Hastily Closed Door

Hushed voices whisper that a wanderer brings death to their doorstep.

Stone Ruins

Samuk is built on the bones of ancient ruins. Carvings that represent Akarat and the spirits believed to dwell in the lake have been placed along the pillar.

Fresh Fish Basket

A basket of fresh lake-caught fish. Elsewhere this bounty would be haggled and fought over, but here all share in the gifts of the lake.

Faded Sign

Warning: Nin-Obisu and the scouts sent after her have been claimed by the jungle. Leave town at your own risk.

Bone Ward

A painted deer skull, ribs, and talismans lashed to a thick log. Even the stables receive protection here.

Druidic Ornament

Latticed branches woven to withstand the strong winds of the hills. Another form of protection for the locals. Superstition is strong here.

Hanging Charms

Bundled charms hang in nearly every nook and cranny of Braestaig, guarding against all manner of creatures and fiends that lurk outside their walls.

Cathedral Prayer Book

A well-loved prayer book sits amongst other knights’ possessions. Prayers won’t protect them from what is to come.

Protection Ward

A hastily painted protection ward guards the door of this home. Despite the thick stone façade, the faint cries of a newborn can still be heard.

Box of Tinctures

Tinctures made of various herbs, sap, bark, and leaves from the hills. The people of Braestaig look to nature to clean a wound, cleanse a spirit, or protect their home.

Ward Totem

Talismans, candles and carvings decorate this central totem. The woody, almost sweet smell of burning pine hangs in the air. It seems commitment to the Old Ways is strong here.

Warding Supplies

Bottles of salt and resin, bags of dried herbs and bark, and various other components used to create the wards that guard this town.

Old Ways Totem

New talismans cover this druidic totem, bearing the names of the dead alongside runes of hope and healing.

Abandoned Goods

Scattered goods and broken valuables, dropped amidst the chaos.

Bloody Bandages

Scraps of linen lie soiled with blood and soot. Many were torn from clothing in the rush to treat the wounded.

Bucket of Sooty Water

Phlegm, blackened with soot, floats atop the water as survivors desperately try to clear their lungs.

Charred Corpse

An unknown victim, burned black and contorted in agony. Astaroth’s flames did not kill quickly.

Druidic Banner

A banner of the chieftains of Cerrigar, tattered and faded with age.

Stone Plaque

"Behold Airidah, Nafain, and Donan – Enders of the Days of Ash. Let their victory remind thee of the Light we share between us."

Destroyed Heroes' Statue

The statue of the former heroes of Scosglen stands in dishonor, defaced by the curses of an angry mob.

Altar of Light

An altar to Father Inarius presides over this makeshift chapel. Beneath it lies an old druidic shrine, almost hidden from view.

Knights Penitent Weaponry

The Knights’ weaponry appears well polished and unblemished. They haven’t seen much use here in Cerrigar.

Locked Door

The door is locked. Faint cries and murmurs can be heard inside.

Locked Door

The door is locked. Faint cries and murmurs can be heard inside.

Locked Door

The door is locked. Faint cries and murmurs can be heard inside.

Missing Persons Board

Scraps of parchment are pinned to every open space: names and descriptions of those missing since the attack.

Moot Brazier

A mighty iron brazier sits at the head of the hall where the chieftains of Scosglen gather round to hold council.

Offering

A fresh offering sits before an uncovered druid shrine, splayed open to appease the spirits of the Old Ways.

Writ of Atonement

"In the name of the Father, let their sins be known in the Light.
Greum: Assault, Blasphemy
Adean: Public Disorder, Indecency
Caitir: Theft, Attempted Bribery "

Tent Dwellings

Having lost their homes, folk from the lower city seek shelter wherever they can.

Trade Wagon

Fine pelts, supple leather, healing herbs, and rare minerals; bound for trade in the market.

Vasily's Tree

An ancient oak, carved with runes and lovingly adorned. Clearly a place of worship for all who practice the Old Ways.

Vasily's Tree

An ancient oak, carved with runes and lovingly adorned. By luck or prayer, it stands unscathed by the fires of Astaroth.

Warrior Shield

A wooden ceremonial shield, carved with figures and runes of a local family lineage.

Worn Gravestone

"Here lie the triplets Mallory.
The first was trampled in the road.
The second died of fever.
The last joined her siblings out of grief."

Worn Gravestone

“I was Zelma, mother and farmer.
I tilled the soil, and here I’m planted.
I pray one day I’ll sprout anew.”

Worn Gravestone

“Here lies Old Nan Gylmor.
Long she lived, far she traveled.
Content here at home, she rests.”

Talismans

Druidic charms of wood and bone, carved with runes for health, prosperity, and protection.

Bowl of Discarded Food Scraps

A collection of bones, husks, and cores to be used in some kind of soup. Food for the desperate.

Crude Tent

A simple tarp and some sticks. A makeshift shelter for the miserable.

Hollow Stump

A box of vegetables is carefully hidden inside this stump. Those who are hungry do what they must.

"Livestock Requisition Warning"

"By order of the Chieftain:
All persons who possess livestock should be prepared to surrender their livestock to the guard for slaughter and redistribution."

Chieftain's Notice

"Limited supplies have been found and will be rationed this evening."
-Chieftain Eiruig

Ration Boxes

The boxes are almost gone. Most are partially empty and won't last long.

Ration Tokens

Ration tokens used by the town to distribute food. Hard to find. Easy to steal.

"Residence Search and Seizure"

"By order of the Chieftain: In the pursuit of the Light, the town guard will begin searching all homes. With your help, we can root out sin from our village."

Bone Altar

A druidic altar of the sea constructed from a whale's bones. A fresh offering rests atop the shrine in hopes of appeasing the spirits and bringing loved ones home safely.

Drying Rack

Various hides prepared for leatherwork. It seems the small presence of livestock is as valuable as the fish and offers diversity to craft, sustenance, and trade.

Barrel of Fishing Equipment

Many homes and buildings around town have a barrel outside for the placement of poles and spears. Rumor has it, it's considered bad luck to deny one's tackle access to the sea air.

Basket of Muscles and Kelp

Those who can't go out to sea help by trawling the surf and tidepools. All who are able lend a hand to ensure the prosperity of the town.

Merchant Goods

It appears fishing vessels are not the only ships to dock here. These goods were brought in by trade ships from far distant shores.

Mounted Fish

The mounted body of exceptionally large fish. A mighty trophy for whoever managed to land this catch.

Prayer Wall

Buoys hang from knotted rope, a votive of prayer. Lover, friendship, and fishermen knots are all displayed.

Trade Stall

Purveyors of the practical and outlandish come to these docks to sell items of the woods and waves.

Whale Shrine

A towering shrine of whale bone reminding visitors and trespassers alike that Marowen's people are as formidable as her waters.

Abandoned Cart

A half-full cart sits abandoned; personal items strewn across the ground. It appears the owners discarded their excess in order to flee the town faster.

Cast-off Fishing Gear

The docks are far more desolate than before. It appears many fishermen discarded their gear and abandoned these shores.

Freshly Killed Deer

While its coat appears healthy, the insides of this deer writhe with the corruption of the Moors.

Dead Fish

A woeful sign that the corruption of the Moors has trickled down into Tirmair and tainted the waters of the loch.

Rack of Tainted Fish

Drying fish hang from a rack. Chunks of rotten flesh have been removed in the faint hope it will still be edible.

Hunter's Ledger

An open ledger with angrily scrawled notes detailing places that no longer have game, are too dangerous, or are so tainted it isn't worth setting traps there anymore.

Hunter's Ledger

While previous entries were forged in frustration, a new entry written with legible hesitancy reads, “I’ll believe it when I see it with my own eyes. Whispers around say our curse has lifted. Spirits, let it be so.”

List of Out of Stock Items

A long list of out-of-stock items. It stands as a timeline for the decay of the land as the items change from obscure ales to more common items like deer meat, fish stock, and honey.

The Offering Tree

A druidic altar adorned with painted runes that serves as a place of worship for the Old Ways. Despite only catching a few clean fish, some souls still chose to offer their day's work to the ancestors.

Scantly Filled Barrel

A barrel stands mostly empty, save for a few small fish and an eel.

Burned Scrolls

Rendered mostly illegible by ash and years of water damage, these scrolls are perhaps all that remain of the vast quantities of druidic knowledge once stored in this place.

Cairn of Remembrance

Carefully stacked cairns stand proudly around Túr Dúlra, each a lasting testament to the druid lives that perished in Astaroth's flame. These memorials honor not only a lost people, but their way of life.

Charred Bench

Once a place of learning, the charred benches sit as ghostly shadows amongst the ruins. Echoes of a time the druids walked these halls and shared their teachings before being forever silenced.

Decrepit Statue

This statue—once exquisitely carved and a thing of beauty—now sits neglected and eroded. The moss growing over its surface covers old scorch marks.

Druidic History Totem

Wooden talismans inscribed with tales of great feats of the first druids. These totems share the history of the druidic people of Sanctuary as well as their guiding precepts.

Totem of Reflection

Various totems around Túr Dúlra mark locations for druids to stop and acknowledge not only the blessings provided by nature, but the road their predecessors walked and the hardships their people endured.

Sacks of Grain

Most of Farobru's wealth comes from its rich harvests and position along the supply route.

Fresh Lumber

Scosglen's lumber fetches a hefty price in the desert.

Stone's Throw Mill

"Grain and feed. Best in the Steppes!"

Cavern Ore

Since the closure of the Acrid Caverns, ore supply has all but stopped.

Wasp Corpse

The onslaught of the wasps has gotten bad enough to drive farmers from their homes.

Yinsuk Tree

Preserved long ago by the builders of Jirandai, this tree stands as the center of the Yinsuk Shrine. The prayer candles burn day and night, lit by travelers and merchants alike.

Dead Cannibals

Cannibals have been testing the city's northern defenses. These got well past the barricades before they fell.

Church Doors

A once-mighty church of the Zakarum, built at the height of their empire. Even ruined, it lends a sense of legitimacy to the new masters of Jirandai- the merchants of the Dry Steppes.

Canyon Crane

Heavy cranes reach over the edge, poised to lift cargo from the canyon below. The Merchants take their security very seriously.

Mercenary Weapons

Swords, pikes, and spears from throughout the East, scarred by heavy use. The Merchants have hired whoever they can to protect Jirandai.

Notice Board

"To all residents and visitors - Signal the watchmen when approaching the northern barricade, and cross at your own risk! We are not responsible for your safety beyond our borders." - Jirandai Mercantile Council

Old Tablet

The crumbling stone has a few discernable words:
"...spill their blood to be deemed worthy..."

Bonfire

The barbarians were the first to settle Ked Bardu. The city has grown around them, but their encampment remains largely unchanged.

Butchered Meat

The butcher’s stockpile runs low these days. The increase of people has made it difficult to keep up with demand.

Cart of Goods

Merchants from all around travel to sell in the markets of Ked Bardu. The reputation of the barbarians' metalworks brings visitors looking to buy.

Barbarian Clan Banner

The Oxen symbol on the banner represents the resilient and stubborn nature of the people living off the harsh land of Dry Steppes.

Pile of Clothes

The blood-soaked and tattered clothes of refugees. Those that fled their homes in Guulrahn had little time to gather anything.

Demon-bone Trophy

The barbarians have left these skulls as a warning to anyone daring or foolish enough to attack Ked Bardu.

Goat Pen

The commoners of Ked Bardu make a living off the land. The farmers raise livestock to bring to the market.

The Great Forge

The Great Forge was built by the barbarian settlers and is the oldest structure in Ked Bardu. The stains of ash and soot covering the bricks are testament to centuries of creating legendary weapons.

Mercenary Weapons

The wealth of the merchants provides safety. The mercenaries prioritize protecting those with money.

Notice Board

The survivors of Guulrahn have settled in makeshift camps on the west side of town. Ked Bardu doesn't have the resources to build quick enough to house its growing population.

Oxen God of the East

The Oxen Gods stand as guardians to this sacred fountain. It is said that one who presents a worthy offering cleansed in these waters may gain their blessing.

Bandit Corpses

Little mercy was shown to those bandits who survived the retaking of the Onyx Watchtower.

Crates of Goods

These goods have been reclaimed from the bandits that stole them. Food and drink will be given out to the tower's new keepers, but the illicit spices will likely make their way to Ked Bardu.

Shrine to Fallen Warriors

Those who have returned to the tower have put together a shrine for the guards that were slaughtered by bandits.

Signal Fire

When watchtowers lined the roads, this signal fire was one of many used to communicate with other towers. Now defunct, it signals only safety to travelers on the road.

Blood-cleansing Bowl

Those emerging from the Fields victorious may wish to clean their hands of blood before conducting business in town.

Crates of Blood Sand

Blood red grains fill the crate. This merchant deals in Blood Sand.

Pile of Corpses

They’ve been stripped of all weapons and armor. Even so, the bodies still have value, and those looking for lost loved ones must pay a fee to retrieve them. 

Chipped Tea Set

Blood red dregs are collected at the bottoms of these well-used tea cups. 

Weapon Rack

Weapons left on the fields have been collected here and offered up for sale. They’re no use to the dead, anyway.

Chalk Writing Over Ancient Symbols

Lilith showed me the ugly truth of our cosmos. The Eternal Conflict. Angels and demons have battled over control of all creation for all time. To what end? I asked, and she simply laughed.

Chalk Writing Over Ancient Symbols

Lilith saw a way to escape the Eternal Conflict. She tells me it started with the seduction of the angel Inarius. All this time, he was just as fallible as any man.

Chalk Writing Over Ancient Symbols

Lilith is Sanctuary’s mother. Somehow, I felt the truth of it the moment she said it to those Knights. Now I know how. She used Inarius to craft this world, a refuge from the Eternal Conflict.

Chalk Writing Over Ancient Symbols

All my life, I’ve sought the origin of humankind. It was always her. From the union of angels and demons came the first generation of humanity. They were powerful. Movers of mountains, shakers of seas.

Chalk Writing Over Ancient Symbols

She was so proud in the telling of this part. Lilith and Inarius bore a son together: Rathma. He is wise beyond years, the first to untangle the power of necromancy. She says his lair lies deeper in...

Bloodied Note

Urgent: Looking for able bodied adventurers to clear out a nest of snakes in the Vyeresz village.

Faded Plaque

Most of the inscription has been lost to time.
A few barely legible words read:

... GREET ... Death ... open arms ...

Faded Plaque

Most of the inscription has been lost to time.
A few barely legible words read:

... BID FAREWELL ... all ... you love ...

Faded Plaque

Most of the inscription has been lost to time.
A few barely legible words read:

... GRATITUDE ... rewards ... virtuous ...

Faded Plaque

Most of the inscription has been lost to time.
A few barely legible words read:

... ATONE ... thy darkest ... sins ...

Faded Plaque

Most of the inscription has been lost to time.
A few barely legible words read:

... dare ... PROVOKE ... ire ... fate ...

Faded Plaque

Most of the inscription has been lost to time.
A few barely legible words read:

... EMBOLDEN ... soul ... unrelenting evil ...

Faded Plaque

Most of the inscription has been lost to time.
A few barely legible words read:

... GIVE AID ... meek .... powerless ...

Dark Pedestal

This idol demands a sacrifice. PROVOKE the darkness to begin.

Reliquary Lantern

Still glowing faintly, runes carved in honor of Trag'Oul grant this reliquary the power to restore Necropolis's wards should they be broken once again.

Rusted Trap

Coated in dried blood. Is this intended to catch beast or human?

Chronicles of Ascendancy

Beyond this veil awaits Gorschak,
First among us to ascend.

Immortality, he said,
Was the key to godhood.

But where could such power lie
if not beyond mortal reach?

Chronicles of Ascendancy

In death, his guards lit the way,
To beyond oblivion's gates -
Their watch cannot end,
For they keep a god's essence.

Immortality is a flickering candle;
Starve it of oblivion's air,
And perhaps even a god might die.

Chronicles of Ascendancy

Beyond this veil awaits Lorzuul,
Glutted with the essence of heroes.

Power, He said,
Was the key to godhood.
He increases in glory
With each strong soul.

Friend or foe —
What does it matter to a god?

Chronicles of Ascendancy

A ravenous god,
Lorzuul consumes power,
Hoarding much of it away.

Yet, to each guardian Lorzuul
Has ordained a mantra of unmaking -
A sigil of strength.

Let them never meet their twin,
Lest the fabric weaken
And our god stumble.

Chronicles of Ascendancy

Beyond this veil awaits
Zagraal the Eternal -
Lord of Sanctuary and Oblivion.

Transcendence, He said,
Was the key to godhood.

Should one escape His dark domain,
They will not escape His wrath.
All souls are His to devour.

Chronicles of Ascendancy

Thus were His guardians
Granted boons echoing their lord:

Power over souls,
Walking between worlds.
Shielding themselves from his ire.

They averted their face from their Lord,
Afraid to reflect His wrath back at Him.

Tenet of Akarat

May Akarat guide and protect me. May he shepherd my soul...and grant it mercy.

Defiled Shrine

Tendrils of Hatred writhe and pulse around this weathered stone shrine. Perhaps something can be done to drive this corruption away.

Tenet of Akarat

There is no such thing as perfection. One fails, one falters. We must reach within for the Light. The Light does not falter.
-Ysevete, Dedicant of Akarat

Tenet of Akarat

If Akarat can find goodness in someone like me, it means all of us have the capability to find the Light within us.
-Istabela, Dedicant of Akarat

Tenet of Akarat

A merchant may gain all the riches in the world and yet find crickets in his heart, chirping, yearning for something more.
-Jualin, Dedicant of Akarat

Tenet of Akarat

There must be respect when discovering the unknown. Though we are new to it, it does not mean we own it nor immediately influence it.
-Adavin, Dedicant of Akarat

Tenet of Akarat

Healing is not only from herbs and elixirs. Healing can come from within. There is healing in one's soul and spirit.
-Tusega, Dedicant of Akarat

Tenet of Akarat

Every moment spent with my dearest friend Akarat was a moment filled with gentleness and laughter.
-Ysevete, Dedicant of Akarat

Tenet of Akarat

What is humanity if we are not willing to give a saving hand to a drowning man? Would we not be just as the creatures that plague Sanctuary?
-Istabela, Dedicant of Akarat

Tenet of Akarat

Forgiveness can be given and received in many ways, but always must come with sincerity.
-Jualin, Dedicant of Akarat

Tenet of Akarat

Akarat and I shared a love for the enchantment when discovering the unknown.
-Adavin, Dedicant of Akarat

Tenet of Akarat

My spirit felt at home the moment we entered the jungle of Nahantu. It was as if I had found something I never knew I was looking for.
-Tusega, Dedicant of Akarat

Tenet of Akarat

The angels in the High Heavens and the demons in the Burning Hells share the inability to find the Light. That is humanity's power.
-Ysevete, Dedicant of Akarat

Tenet of Akarat

The darkness can swallow you whole, encompassing every corner of your mind and soul. Though it feels the Light is gone, it will never abandon you. Let it guide you back.
-Istabela, Dedicant of Akarat

Tenet of Akarat

Akarat believed that the purest hearts can handle anger, fear, and corruption.
-Jualin, Dedicant of Akarat

Tenet of Akarat

Direction does not only belong to a map. We have a moral compass that guides us. To goodness. To the Light.
-Adavin, Dedicant of Akarat

Tenet of Akarat

Malevolence comes from corruption, influence. Spirits will not be malevolent unless they become corrupted.
-Tusega, Dedicant of Akarat

Tenet of Akarat

A storm will be turbulent. A storm will be tranquil. A storm is like finding the Light—a complexity to understand as it is.
-Ysevete, Dedicant of Akarat

Tenet of Akarat

The crimes we have justified, whether theft to feed a child or a bloody blade over words, find a path back to you. One must accept the consequence.
-Istabela, Dedicant of Akarat

Tenet of Akarat

When one's mind opens to the possibility of future, that is when dreaming truly begins.
-Jualin, Dedicant of Akarat

Tenet of Akarat

If I dig my soles in Sanctuary's dirt and take in deep breaths, I can feel the Light within me. We are connected.
-Adavin, Dedicant of Akarat

Tenet of Akarat

We build towers to compete, yet the truth is they may both crumble if we cannot find peace.
-Tusega, Dedicant of Akarat

Tenet of Akarat

He is like a feather—strong and durable, yet soft and beautiful. If we allow ourselves to be feathers, we can soar.
-Ysevete, Dedicant of Akarat

Tenet of Akarat

When you spend most of your life sleeping with one eye open, you find resting comes in other ways.
-Istabela, Dedicant of Akarat

Tenet of Akarat

It is to challenge and to be challenged when the growth sprouts its roots in a soil of possibilities.
-Jualin, Dedicant of Akarat

Tenet of Akarat

Exploration is the allowance of giving oneself to a world of unknown possibilities.
-Adavin, Dedicant of Akarat

Tenet of Akarat

A wolf and her pup deserve the opportunity to love and live as any mother and her babe do, with no fear of chase weighing on their minds.
-Tusega, Dedicant of Akarat

Tenet of Akarat

Lies spread fervently, like wildfire. Truths slowly unfold, like a sprouting plant.
-Ysevete, Dedicant of Akarat

Tenet of Akarat

It does not matter if thy family is by blood or chosen. Family is where you feel the most at home.
-Istabela, Dedicant of Akarat

Tenet of Akarat

It is not only the tongue that spreads His teachings. It is our songs, writing, and dances.
-Jualin, Dedicant of Akarat

Tenet of Akarat

Life can feel like air. Once a soft wind blows, it will never blow the same again.
-Adavin, Dedicant of Akarat

Tenet of Akarat

There is much to understand about the human spirit, but it is certain that it is a magnificent discovery.
-Tusega, Dedicant of Akarat

Mutilated Knight Penitent

The body is barely recognizable under its armor. Broken limbs, punctured organs. This Knight was tortured, then slaughtered.

Splintered Table

This table has been hacked to pieces. The remains of a homemade stew glisten on the floor, the serving bowl split right down the middle.

"In Memory of the Dead"

"Here fell the High Priestess. May her memory be crushed under the weight of this city."

Blackened Hearth

Something glints in the ashes—a half-melted coin, emblazoned with the head of a bearded man. His eyes look into yours with all the love in the world.

Treasured Banner

A Zakarum banner, centuries old, tattered but clean. This family must have kept the old faith.

Pooling Blood

The blood of dregs and nangari—each swimming around the other, never mixing.

Ancient Grimoire

A sketch of a snake, its scales carved with runes, its fangs bulging unnaturally. On the next page, a prison—circle upon circle of cages and the snakes trapped within.

Twitching Corpse

Something ripples beneath this dreg's skin—corded muscles, convulsing in waves. You're hit with a sudden rush of nausea.

Slain Nangari

A dagger was slid between this nangari's ribs but the blood runs clean. No pus, no maggots, none of the dregs' telltale growths.

Withered Lacuni

The emaciated corpse of a lacuni warrior. Her skin is stretched tight against the bone, her fur dry. She starved to death.

Collapsed Pit

An old mining shaft, recently collapsed. Beetles and roaches crawl up from between the rocks.

Wriggling Trough

This trough overflows with insect shells, their meat sucked out the ends. The lacuni must have been eating these, but where did they find so many?

Monastery Visitor Log

8th of Jerharan – Kamien, traveling scholar – denied.

26th of Jerharan – Guulrahni refugees (multiple) – denied.

1st of Damhar – Elias of Aranoch, Horadrim – admitted.