The key to the "secret" treasure room. It's kept by only the most trusted renegades.

An old worn key used to unlock cells in The Dregs. Its covered with dirt and dried blood.

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This grisly trophy, encrusted with fried gore, still gives off an unnatural aura.

A bone from a fallen enemy, mostly intact. This looks worthy of crafting into the body of a Golem.

This mouldering volume is filled with cramped lines of spidery handwriting and drawings of obscure mystic symbols.

A random page of the Forgotten Codex, scribbled with cramped lines of obscure runes.

Scribbled with cramped lines of obscure runes.

A bag of non-perishable foodstuff and other stolen supplies. Still smells faintly of merchant’s blood.

A chain of small coins etched with various images of bears. Often worn by barbarians of the Bear Tribe.

The head of Kauller is heavy for its size and appears fixed in a sightless snarl.

This medallion is given to outsiders as a token of good faith. Iosef said it will grant access to Kor Valar.

The old mining tunnels were the perfect way to move goods--or people--through the mountains without attracting unwanted attention.

The pulsing of this horrid heart secretes an oily mucus.

Looking forward to my studies at the Cathedral. I hope I'll find peace there. Perhaps Priest Malone back in Margrave will see me as an equal now? Doubtful, but I should at least earn his respect...

An ornate chalice of precious metal bearing the mark of the Cathedral of Light. There is a strange patina coating the inside of the bowl.

An ornate chalice of precious metal bearing the mark of the Cathedral of Light. The inside of the bowl is coated with blood.

An ornate chalice of precious metal bearing the mark of the Cathedral of Light. There is a strange patina coating the inside of the bowl.

An ornate chalice of precious metal bearing the mark of the Cathedral of Light. It is well-polished and appears to have never been used.

A hastily-written note from Sister Octavia. It describes her worsening health and suspicions that the demon you encountered in the sewers was not destroyed, but instead took her as its next host.

A well-loved book of litanies, prayers and psalms. Certain words are underlined, perhaps due to a deeply personal significance to those passages.

Roza, it pains me to say this - our lives together… they can be no longer. Something has befallen me. I fear I am now damned. Please, never come looking for me. I will love you forever. Your Julek.

A rare, gem-laden geode. A local jeweler may have the tools to open it.

A cloudy vial filled with acid flux. This will help with opening one rare Fractured Peaks geode.

This large bag bears the mark of Merchant Meros and is heavy with various gems inside.

The fabled hammer is considered sacred to the barbarians of the Bear Tribe.

A worn and dusty book with a faded Horadric seal on the cover.

The axe is still slick with blood that seems to soak through any cloth wrapping the blade.

The axe is still slick with blood that seems to soak through any cloth wrapping the blade.

Bones of Ice Clan khazra, splintered in combat. The young chieftain of the Bear Tribe barbarians, known for his fondness of crushing weapons, collects them with pride.

A blanket made of fine satin. It shimmers in the light.

"Lilith's blood is soft to the touch, warm despite the cold. It reacts to you."

An ornate chalice of precious metal bearing the mark of the Cathedral of Light. There is a strange patina coating the inside of the bowl.

This ledger details a heavy tithing requirement due to the Cathedral of Light. There are several tabbed sections noting inconsistencies and incorrect figures.

A journal entry detailing the Light's Watch archivist's impressions of Knight Soliana Coste. This confirms that Zalan's mother was indeed stationed here.

A journal entry detailing the Light's Watch archivist's concerns with an impending mission. It seems the faithful had no illusions about their fate.

A journal entry detailing the Light's Watch archivist's futile attempt at convincing Soliana to flee the Knights Penitent to be with her son. Soliana's conviction was strong. Her mind was made.

A small, well-worn key, smeared with its owner's blood.

An old amulet of unique design. It shows wear from years of use, perhaps as a badge of office.

The cursed chalice has a caked rich crimson lining the cup bowl.

This necklace contains a pair of eyeballs hooked into the small chain. While still wet to the touch, the pupils can also be observed dilating as if alive.

This old painting of Margrave's town square has seen better days.

A traveling trader recorded their journeys and sales in this book.

A weathered carving of a knight missing several pieces.

"Vengeance is my legacy. Take the spirits of werewolves and I will open."

A stalk of small violet blooms gathered while harvesting other herbs.

A magically sealed box. An engraving reads: "Take the spirits of the restless dead and grant them peace in return."

Bound in black leather, necromantic runes run along the spine of the grim tome.

The axe is still slick with blood that seems to soak through any cloth wrapping the blade.

This bizarre text appears to be the mad ravings of some long dead surgeon. They describe a ritual intended to rebalance a piece of land's humors by drawing fourth blood from the earth and sky.

An acrid and extremely potent venom.

A handful of musty smelling, half-melted candles.

The rotting, severed head of an Acolyte of Rathma. It speaks in a low moaning voice.

A concoction of snakemen parts and blood magic. Ingesting it might turn one into a snakeman.

A worn dagger, spotted with rust and covered in blood.

A bundle of puffball reeds, named for the tight bundles of cotton-like flowers.

A strange relic with unknown purpose. A small face is carved into a shard of bone, placed atop a gnarled root.

Timue created this salve from marsh snake venom. She claimed it would allow Kres to "regain some of what he has lost."

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

A bottle of mead from Scosglen. This honey wine is combined with biteberry juice to provide a pleasing shade of crimson and a robust flavor.

A well-loved collection of observations and thoughts. Several of the pages were lost, but you have restored them to where they belong.

A variety of wild red mushroom from Hawezar that causes nausea and vomiting.

A variety of wild red mushroom from Hawezar that causes nausea and vomiting.

A variety of wild red mushroom from Hawezar that causes nausea and vomiting.

An expensive bottle of ale with a distinctive maker's mark, imported from Kingsport. Lyndon might be interested in this.

The swamp has crept into every crevice of this intricate crossbow. "Rea" is carved onto the handle.

A plain iron medallion with the Thieves Guild symbol embossed into the center. Lyndon might be interested in this.

A small crate filled with dried leaves. A sharp, pungent scent surrounds the crate, stinging your nostrils.

This is a rare, gem-laden geode. A local silversmith sells the necessary tools crack this open into several gems.

A cloudy vial filled with acid flux.

A small worn key. It looks like it fits a chest or lockbox.

Various resources salvaged from the Hawezar coast, south of Backwater. They smell of rotting flesh.

The preserved small finger from Elias' left hand. It emits a dark aura that sets you on edge.

This graverobber’s corpse lacks warmth and has not yet been infected by flies. Despite the body’s stiffening, it manages to fit in your bag.

This sample of flesh was collected from one of Zurke’s experiments. It displays normal symptoms of decay.

This parasitic fungus is native to the Hawezar marshland and requires blood supply to sustain itself. While the fungus cap is safe to handle, inhaled spores root themselves into the lungs.

Sealed by necromancy. Its lock hungers for the essence of death.

Bundles of food and clothes. Nothing looks overly valuable.

A dark, thin fluid. An oily sheen catches the light.

A burlap sack filled with human remains, dried and shriveled. The lack of blood and viscera has created a desiccated, leathery corpse.

A section of a larger tome, it is largely illegible due to smears of blood and ashes.

A section of a larger tome, it is largely illegible due to smears of blood and ashes.

A section of a larger tome, it is largely illegible due to smears of blood and ashes.

A section of a larger tome, it is largely illegible due to smears of blood and ashes.

A small clipping of an unusual red briar that is found only in Hawezar.

An incredibly worn and dirty doll that resembles Timue. There is a mushroom growing out of her eye.

Something is strange about this venom, as compared to the venom of other Nangari. It has no color.

A bundle of dried incense. The strong, earthy scent clings to the back of your throat and makes your head swim.

A palm-sized red gemstone removed from the engraved stone door in Yngovani. It glows with a fiery light.

A palm-sized yellow gemstone removed from the engraved stone door in Yngovani. It glows with a sickly light.

A pile of flesh and bone fragments from a Nangari necromancer's minion.

A bottle of Nangari venom carefully extracted from dead snakemen.

This simple necklace is emblazoned with the symbol of the Zakarum. It bears significant scorch marks.

Written hastily and with many scribbled out sections, this shabby old note is hard to read.

A set of hand-engraved windchime sails made with obvious care but modest skill.

This bag contains a bunch of hand-carved windchime strikers.

Aldara's journal is mostly a tally of names and payments.

A scorched journal found on a corpse.

This amulet looks oddly discolored and feels almost feverish to the touch.

The plucked eyeballs are wet as thick mucus coats the parts newly exposed.

The fungus glows a strange green and offers a pungent odor long after being harvested.

The severed head of a reported werewolf has reverted to that of a human. Only the scent of decay is present, as the flesh is largely intact.

Medicine brewed with Gano Fungus. It has an earthy smell.

The mold-covered heart slowly pulses, sending a small puff into the air.

A bag of medicine and food Timue made to ease the suffering of the infected.

The petals of this flower are blackened as if left too near a great heat.

The stem droops under the weight of the sickly flowers. This plant would not have lasted long even before you picked it.

The petals fall from the flower the moment you touch it.

The vial glows with a penetrating light.

The Yellow Lotus leaves are covered in a sticky clear film.

A foul corrosive ichor that can cause skin to itch and wither over a short time.

A mysterious repository with an engraved chain that resists all conventional means of opening. The chain shows Fallen being slain, and their lingering essence banished.

A collection of herbs for Taissa, to help with her pain.

An ancient amulet fashioned from a raven's skull. Holding it conjures images of dark, forgotten places deep in the swamps. A fresh inscription has been crudely carved on its back side.

Even after being separated from its host, the magical eye of the Nangari Oracle continues to silently watch you.

The charms lining the amulet represent the prophet Akarat’s virtues. Each Crusader is granted one upon initiation into the order.

An expertly crafted suit of armor. It hums with divine energy.

The first to fall to Mephisto's corruption. Mathias' blade is still wet with the blood of his fellow paladins.

Refusing to draw his blade against his fellow paladins, Eleazar's blade is still wet with his own blood.

Watching her fellow paladins turn against Carthas, Alodia's blade is still wet with the blood of those she slew in anger.

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A single petal of the Mother's own blood, slowly wilting under glass.

A rare blossom found on corpses and blood-stained battlefields. It is used in lacuni and native rituals to swell blood in the heart.

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A tarnished emblem stained with ash. It displays a beast's visage, worn with age.

Powdered remains from the ancient dead of the Valley of the Strayed.

An ornamented jawbone offering. The sound of distant laughter seems to emanate from the bone itself.

The useful equipment, supplies, and effects of Alim, a fallen Iron Wolf. Three distinct puncture wounds tell of the soldier's final moments.

The useful equipment, supplies, and effects of Tala, a fallen Iron Wolf. Fresh blood stains tell of the soldier's final moments.

A well-maintained sword taken as a trophy by a Triune cultist. Barez will want to see it.

It is tradition among the Iron Wolves to reclaim the armor of their fallen so it may continue to serve. Barez will want to see this.

These fresh oats would be a tempting delicacy for a hungry camel.

These scent glands were harvested from the Khazra’s abdomen. In this fresh state, they ooze a liquid that is noticeably pungent and musky.

A treasure goblin dropped this worn journal. Much of the scribbles are illegible, but there are some notes tracking the goblin's movements. A name is written on the inside cover: Ostaf.

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A Zakarum relic used for honoring the dead. Though grime, dust, and blood dull the once impressive craftsmanship, it still brings a feeling of comfort to the followers of the Zakarum faith.

The small, fragile flower of a Kehjistan palm tree. Despite its beautiful colors, it has a pungent aroma like rotting flesh.

The small, fragile flower of a Kehjistan palm tree. Despite its beautiful colors, it has a pungent aroma like rotting flesh.

A key-locked box, still heavy with coin. Judging by the tool marks, someone tried to pry it open.

The armor set of a fallen Iron Wolf. Three distinct puncture wounds tell of the soldier's final moments.

This metal conduit surprisingly has no rust despite the ages of disuse.

This glass vial that Izel possesses radiates warmth and pulsates faintly.

This glass vial fits in the palm of your hand. The glass is fogged and dull from age, but faint writing can still be seen. Its tongue is unknown to you.

A lost shipment originally destined for Aih'Setal, the Gea Kul innkeeper.

Sealed by khazra magic. It hungers for sacrificial essence.

An unusual mushroom picked while harvesting herbs in Kehjistan.

A letter that has been handled carelessly, stained with salt and smeared ink. It is addressed to Aih'Setal of Gea Kul.

This alga flourishes in the warm waters of Kehjistan. This particular gutweed has been rotting inside Drowned intestines. The smell is nauseating.

A quaint burlap sack filled with dense, coarse bread, dried meats, and ragged clothing.

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An unexpected type of ore found while mining in Kehjistan.

A small, ornate trinket used by the Knights Penitent to identify informants and other civilian allies.

Venom is injected through the massive stinger at the tip. These must be handled carefully.

Knights have invaded the city and found the Zakarum records. They think the church members are heretics. We need to get out of here. I will be waiting by the bazaar. Be careful. Yours, Hader

Sealed by necromancy. Its lock hungers for the essence of death.

The amulet bears decades of small nicks and scratches. It was well loved.

This deed contains the details of the family lineage of the Garan line.

I heard it again last night, the whispering one.

Though unfinished, this massive tower shield still appears to be quite durable.

A bloody, dismembered hand adorned with paint and ash. The palm has been tattooed with an intricate map.

A potent combination of fragrant resins, herbs, and spices. Pungent sourness along with savory sweetness momentarily obscure the dark corners of your heart.

A scroll with the writings of a sacred cleansing prayer.

A roughly-hewn rod of living wood. Said to entrap the demon Beleth when used to inscribe the shape of a triangle.

A skull carved from geode, covered in a thin layer of plaster, and delicately decorated with feathers and gold.

Hard as stone and cold as ice. A humid, musky odor radiates from it. Hard to believe the Bloodhawk didn't choke on this...

Kharov's madness spread to his men. Those able to fight are driven by malice. Some even call the monstrous Dregs kin. All who drink their juice are damned. Such sin... we should never have come here.

A hand-stitched toy, speckled with dirt. It looks well-loved.

A cat's eye gem - the light reflects a cold fluorescence. The damage suggests it was hewn from its original base. Scavengers are known to pilfer such stones from religious idols in Lower Kurast.

A carving on the idol reads, "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."

The oil-rich leakage of the organ is greasy and pungent.

Although faded, you can make out the note attached to the phial: "In case I die, add ichor from the demon's eggs for solution."

Ancient Ennead armor, crafted to fit the nangari. It's clear from its age that the creatures have been scavenging and reusing the same pieces for millennia.

The eye continually weeps a dark, oily ichor. Tiny motes of gold flitter within the iris, giving it an eerie semblance of life.

The strange heart of an even stranger nangari. It is covered in veins that bend and curve into unnatural shapes reminiscent of magical runes.

A ancient scrap of parchment. Most of the archaic words were difficult to understand even before the ravages of time faded them.

A large, peculiar egg that's larger than almost two hands. Delicate etchings are inscribed upon the surface. Luckily, it remains warm to the touch.

An ash-stained journal sharing Teunis's plans for Eoric.

Hard as steel, this legendary beast could pierce boulders as readily as flesh when this adornment was still attached to its skull.

The horn is still wet with Supa's blood.

Hard as steel, this legendary beast could pierce boulders as readily as flesh when this adornment was still attached to its skull.

A tome of the Skatsimi religion. Wak'Lan might know more about it.

The viscous material solidifies the harder you press your thumb into its surface.

A rough-cut gem with Akarat's symbol carved in it.

A simple iron key that has been burned into a misshapen mess.

A severed goatman head. It's mostly intact but still disgusting.

An ornately bejeweled and mummified human finger. Said to be the fabled eleventh digit of the first gatekeeper of Necropolis, Ezra-Kan.

An ornately bejeweled and mummified human finger. Said to be the fabled eleventh digit of the first gatekeeper of Necropolis, Ezra-Kan.

An ornately bejeweled and mummified human finger. Said to be the fabled eleventh digit of the first gatekeeper of Necropolis, Ezra-Kan.

A gem that pulsates with primal energy, a beating heart of Sutsarnin.

Leyrana. Got the coin, but it messed up my head. I saw worms digging in people's hearts. Their secrets, their scars. So easy to slice where the coin showed me... Had to stop it. I'm sorry.

Strange metal devices shift in the bag. They appear claw-like in shape, inscribed with warding runes.

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

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

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

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

"This potent vampire blood feels thick and viscous inside the large jar."

The skull of a powerful vampire.

A list of especially powerful Blood Seekers. They must be killed.

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This swatch of blood does not thicken or tarnish in the air. I should show this to those taking up arms against the vampires.

The metal armature folds into itself neatly. You can strap it to your waist without issue.

Slate and onyx. The runes look almost Horadric but older, more refined.

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Several stones carved with druid runes that hum with quiet power.

These wooden runes were carved by Merryn to aid in protection, health, and healing. Some meet such charms with suspicion and superstition, but these practices have existed since Vasily’s time.

A letter written to Fergus from Benen, telling him that he departed for distant shores to leave him behind. Benen speaks of the reality of their poor relationship.

Carving designs into tusks such as these is an old pastime of the glenfolk.

An ancient vessel sealed with a strange seal, containing the belongings of someone who died long ago at sea.

An unnaturally large bear heart. It gives off a strong smell of decay.

A scroll on the containment of wild magic, transcribed by Yuein from the sacred stones beneath Túr Dúlra. The penmanship is exquisite, both on the runes and the notes for Shob'ha in the margins.

A broken carving of what looks like part of a large beast, specifically the clawed limbs.

A broken druid totem that looks like part of a large beast, specifically the body.

This carving of a bear's head is part of a larger totem used by druids when learning shapeshifting.

This stag skull is covered in gore and feels unnaturally heavy.

A volume of the comprehensive history of Scosglen, authored by Braega.

"Wherever the Faithful walk, they bring the Light of Inarius to protect against the darkness."

Blackhorn and his Blood Clan marauders have preyed upon the farmers of Blycroft long enough.

A massive, spiraling horn severed from a demon’s skull. Even though the bone is mostly hollow, it feels heavier than a broadsword.

Warded by druidic rites, it waits for spirit energy to open.

A burlap sack filled with loaves of bread, meats, cheese, and other food. Whoever filled this sack did so with love for its intended recipients.

A clean cutting from the roots of the Great Oak. You can almost feel it move in your hand.

A slightly damaged carved stone covered entirely with small runes. A great deal of knowledge is recorded here.

A welcome sight to weary souls venturing through Scosglen, Under the Fat Goose Inn provides warmth when all else is extinguished.

- Nick the sign from Under the Fat Goose
- Stare down the gateway statue of Maddux Watch
- Climb the old crane atop the waterfall in Old Heimberg
- Claim and cozy up in a Highland bear’s den

Nairne used to play tavern games of courage with Tavish with these daggers. A piece of bloodstained cloth from Tavish's remains is tied around each of the hilts. A last memento to a departed friend.

Moss-covered bark from a mature woodwraith.

The distilled matter of a ghost, now twice dead.

The gangly root of a bitterleaf plant often used in remedies.

A mixture of rare ingredients combined into a potion.

Plump, stinking goatman innards. What might the old seer divine from these?

A powerful druidic focus, able to draw out the natural magic of Scosglen and channel it where it is needed. This may be the only one that survived the Days of Ash.

This fresh meat was collected from thorn beasts. It is a tough, lean meal but will help fend off starvation.

A small, stone statue carved in the likeness of some animal.

Fresh blood from a dead khazra. This must be the "blood of the enemy" Artair needs.

"To become the wolf is to become the hunter, fierce and free. To return to mundanity thereafter is the real trial."

Blood from a cursed werewolf. It is a dark, sickly color. Hopefully this will serve as the "blood of the ally" Artair requested.

A well made torc bearing runes of the Old Ways.

A worn and well-loved doll. The word 'Tuya' is carved into it.

A small, unusual piece of ore found while mining in the Dry Steppes.

Sealed and stamped with the Oxen Tribe emblem. An inscription reads: "Gerti forged the arms within for one who drinks the fury of foes."

A well worn book of Zakarum prayers and hymns. Show this to a priest.

"The way opens to those who make amends for past wrongs."

A leather-bound ledger that is singed on the edges. Each page is filled with debts, however most of the names are scorched and illegible. The most recent name reads: Andreea of Lakren's Overlook

A leather-bound ledger that is singed on the edges. Each page is filled with debts, however most of the names are scorched and illegible. The next readable entry reads: Lyruk of Ked Bardu

This ring of unknown origin has a disabled enchantment. If it was imbued with enough energy, perhaps it could be restored.

This unknown ring’s enchantment has been reactivated. Energy radiates from the gem and gives off faint heat.

A rare ore coveted by Oxen Tribe blacksmiths for its malleability and resilience.

A bright yellow flower found while harvesting herbs in the Dry Steppes.

Empty container from Zolaya, to be filled with herbs. Zolaya would often brew herbal teas for Oyuun, and hopes that one of these familiar brews will calm her.

A container from Zolaya, filled with medicinal herbs from her hideout. Perhaps a familiar scent from happier times will soothe Oyuun's nerves.

"... but the hunger is growing like a fire inside me. Though all they offer us is human flesh, I fear soon this hunger will overtake me, and I will have no choice but to give in ..."

This spider “heart” is naught but a blood filled sack-like organ collected from the abdomen.

A cleaver once used by the butcher, Khaliun, recovered by the mages of Whispering Vault, following her death. It remains disturbingly sharp, despite years of disuse.

Personal effects taken from undead. These include arm bands, talismans, holy symbols, rings and jewelry as well as a few written notes and other various trinkets.

An old brass key, worn from years of use.

Artisans carve these bones into intricate beads for jewelry, clothing, hair, and décor. Khazra bones are thought to ward off curses and evil spirits. Whether true or not, it eases anxious souls.

The lifeless body of Jargal's beloved goat, Tuji. The goat's eyes are glazed over, and its muzzle covered with salt

A ring once given by Ulagan’s uncle to his wife; it was promised to Ulagan upon his uncle’s death. Some of the gold-like finish has chipped away to reveal a dull surface underneath.

A pouch filled with worn old coins from a variety of different cities.

An old discolored silver amulet. This amulet's prayer of protection didn't help the traveler who owned it.

A hand-carved bracelet tarnished by ash. Eagle wings span the underside of the bangle. "Dawa" is carved beneath the wings.

A hand-carved bracelet tarnished by ash. Eagle wings span the underside of the bangle. "Naraa" is carved beneath the wings.

The grisly remains of a cannibal victim.

A well made weapon fit for a warrior. Despite its age, the weapon is sharp and free of rust.

Torn from a servant of the Burning Hells, this horn seethes with ill intent. Only a master of their craft could render this material into a weapon.

The Great Axe of Raekor, now scarred and damaged by the Triune's meddling.

A scuffed and tarnished bronze loop

On the summoning and command of demonic felines.

The ancient symbol of the Horadrim, made of hammered copper

Shiny.

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The chill of death still lingers.

Mottled with corrosion, this blade holds only sentimental value.

Sealed by necromancy. Its lock hungers for the essence of death.

It's heavy and splintery. Ouch oof.

[PH] Quest Item Flavor

[PH] Quest Item Flavor

From the exterior, you'd never know who's soul this was or what their life was like.

From the exterior, you'd never know who's soul this was or what their life was like.

Bottle filled with fresh water from the oasis for Tameon.

Chisels, chalk, and an inert runestone ready for carving.

The culmination of your efforts to save the Loom. The glow of the runes stings your eyes.

A super generic quest item.

A demonic presence churns in the flames, reduced to a single, raw emotion—Hatred.

Waves of dancing red light seem to flow through this stone's matrix.

Though its purpose is lost to time, this was once an object of great significance.

Though its purpose is lost to time, this was once an object of great significance.

Though its purpose is lost to time, this was once an object of great significance.

Fallen Glyph

"Muvd camp to ded end canyun nere carvan stop"

"Gon ta bury tresur ner old towr"

'Dear Fabian, please make haste to meet us in the village of Morden. Without you, we will not be able to lay Alisha's soul to rest. Travel carefully - Your friend Quentin

A blood-splattered silver circle inset with five fiery rubies. It remains hot to the touch.

Shiny.

Shiny.

Shiny.

Shiny.

Shiny.

Shiny.

Shiny.

Shiny.

Shiny.

Shiny.

Shiny.

Shiny.

Shiny.

Who knows what this could unlock?

Who knows what this could unlock?

Though its purpose is lost to time, this was once an object of great significance.

Though its purpose is lost to time, this was once an object of great significance.

Though its purpose is lost to time, this was once an object of great significance.

The severed head of the Dark Citadel's ruler, Zagraal.

[PH] These scrolls record logistics, inventory, troop orders, and arguments of military philosophy from the days of the Zakarum assault on Kurast. Alia's name is mentioned often, in praise and fear.

The blood of the magically altered Nangari swirls with oily patterns.

This dagger, carved from a fang, is embossed with peculiar runes.

Patches of a strange fungal material are growing over these chitinous remains.

For every symptom, a malady. For every malady, a cure.

For every symptom, a malady. For every malady, a cure.

For every symptom, a malady. For every malady, a cure.

For every symptom, a malady. For every malady, a cure.

For every symptom, a malady. For every malady, a cure.

For every symptom, a malady. For every malady, a cure.

For every malady, a symptom. For every symptom, a cure.

For every symptom, a malady. For every malady, a cure.

For every symptom, a malady. For every malady, a cure.

For every symptom, a malady. For every malady, a cure.

For every symptom, a malady. For every malady, a cure.

For every symptom, a malady. For every malady, a cure.