"Rise clansmen and reclaim our trampled honor! Ancients' blood runs through us all! We are storms - earth breaking, maelstrom wielding. The fire of the gods burn still! They are with us!"
- Ealda

"The storm's rage is my own, brother. I call, and the skies roar in reply."
- Vasily, to Bul-Kathos

"The revelation that master tailor Callas was in fact a witch only served to further fuel the desire for her uniquely enchanted legwraps."
- Barrett's Book of Implements

“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.”
- Statue Inscription

"The younger apprentices think wearing heavy plate in the swamps is foolish. They fail to understand that our armor is our legacy, and without it we are nothing."
- Crusader Pembroke

A naturally occurring curiosity, the blood moon persists as a sign of woe for the most superstitious Zakarum faithful. Children born under it are often considered cursed and cast out, lest it spread.

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

"And so, when the sun dipped behind the hills each night, he knew that Ashen Jack would soon be near. Watching, and waiting."
- Greenslade's Tales, Chapter 2: "Each Long Night"

The mad artisan saw his fingers turn black from frostbite as he worked the cloth, but refused to stay the needle and thread for even a moment.

"Do not confuse your manipulation of lightning as control. The azure flame is its own master and needs no hand to wield it. You are merely a conduit for its chaos." -Ascribed to the mage Woh

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"To commune with spirits, listen to whispers unseen. Root yourself unto the earth and let its pulse still the mind. Hear the ancient guardians – they rise to aid you." -Ysevete, the First Spiritborn

"I cradled the foal above my knee and held her close as she shook and bled. I told them she would've slowed us down, would've died soon anyway. I did not tell them how sweet her killing was."

Resplendent regalia tainted with the power of the corrupt which permeates the very fibers of its fabric and thread. These serve as an integral part of the ceremonial dress of the Primus.

Wearing these gore-drenched leggings fills your mind with a single overwhelming desire: to hunt.

Wearing these gore-drenched leggings fills your mind with a single overwhelming desire: to hunt.