"Do not allow your passions to become obsessions. Fuel the fire that burns within you, but it is madness to allow yourself to become ash to please an uncaring universe."
- Last words of Master Selig

The only thing more potent than Esadora's magic was her endless hatred of humanity. As she lay dying, the pale amulet around her neck drank in both.

Once a sanctum for Rathma's studies, the Temple of the Deathspeaker became a proving grounds for potential leaders of his priesthood. Its halls are filled with the corpses of those who failed.

"The change that overtook my brother in battle was terrifying. His eyes turned hard like diamonds, and the way he moved... it was like he was dancing to music only he could hear."
- Captain Dervin

"Let the great gates of Caldeum be sealed. Let its proud walls stand fiercely defended. The rest of Kehjistan may suffer this plague, but my city, and my people, will not."
- Proclamation of Hakan II

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"His name has been lost to history, but to have been exiled from a land as cursed as Hawezar, his deeds must have been truly depraved."
- Scholar's Notes

As the hateful mob beat on his door, he gripped the pulsing shard tightly and screamed for calm. When he opened his eyes, all that greeted him was silence and the blood-smeared ruins of his cottage.

[WIP] Into the water, into the sea.

Winterglass refracts light and also manipulates mana - forming complex arrays of spells and enchantments. These distinct characteristics possess great power, yet the outcomes remain unpredictable.

This talisman was the life's work of Deathspeaker Jurdann. Following his premature demise, Jurdann's successor wore the amulet in tribute as they trialed against the Temple of the Deathspeaker.

After the warmaster Raekor freed her people, the Oxen tribe continued to wear their collars and chains to honor those who died in thralldom under the Samauren Empire.

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

"Túr Dúlra sat empty and the Cathedral sent forth two units. The full moon was thought to be a fair omen from the Heavens. They soon learned what else drew from its power." - History of Scosglen VI

Long ago, the Sunbird swallowed the sun whole. In the dark, the Spiritborn Xipil crawled to its nest and tore the sun free from the bird's gullet. Since, its throat was scorched red for its folly.

"Threefold was the sight of Oriax. He stirred the wrath of his lord Baal, and his eyes were torn and cast into the dust. Lo, the viper now crawls blind, writhing in misery." - Librarius Ex Horadrim

"Through penance alone do we let the Father's light enter our sinful souls. Lay down your life for his purpose, and you shall shine brilliantly with his glory."
- Holy Words of the Father, Book VIII

The shattered medallion you delivered to Soudeh has been expertly reassembled and burnished to gleaming. Rarely are such emblems given to outside allies of the Wolves, in thanks for heroic service.

A too-tight choker worn by those faithful to the Cathedral of Light. Slight discomfort keeps one girded against impurity.

This simple necklace is emblazoned with the symbol of the Zakarum. However it has been scorched by flame to the point of being barely recognizable.

A bronze relief depicting the visage of the Archangel Tyrael hung on a fine cord. Various additional ornaments have been added to the amulet including one depicting a trio of forbidding ancient gods.

An antique amulet which was sealed in a bottle and swept out to sea. Its well-worn surface bears a faint family crest and the remaining flecks of an indecipherable inscription.

This vile necklace of charred goat's teeth paradoxically contains both the power to extend life as well as cut it short.

"Even after he was put to death, some children swore they could still hear his bell ringing softly in the breeze on moonless nights."
- Greenslade's Tales, Chapter 5: "The Myth of Blind Odwyn"

"A foul spell of desire was woven into the statue's stone. Its idolaters were helpless as their souls were ripped from their bodies to animate its writhing form."
- Field Notes of Brother Darmont

The Star beguiles. The threads of fate converge, but its story is not done.

A druid charm made by Roina's mother to keep her strong during any hardship

"Even after he was put to death, some children swore they could still hear his bell ringing softly in the breeze on moonless nights."
- Greenslade's Tales, Chapter 5: "The Myth of Blind Odwyn"

This vile necklace of charred goat's teeth paradoxically contains both the power to extend life as well as cut it short.

"A foul spell of desire was woven into the statue's stone. Its idolaters were helpless as their souls were ripped from their bodies to animate its writhing form."
- Field Notes of Brother Darmont

A set of prayer beads made of human teeth and attached to a long, flexible tendon. Each tooth is inscribed with a symbol holy to Rathma, which a worshiper can meditate upon before moving to the next.

This amulet once belonged to Aldara and was used to inflict harm upon many before it was purified by Elder Lau of Weijinhani, who gave his life in the process.

A shriveled organ wrapped in vines worn around one’s neck. A constant reminder that the swamp wins. The swamps always wins.

"Healing is a journey. A series of steps. Some days you may stumble, but so long as you continue to put one foot in front of the other, you will reach your destination."
- Recently carved inscription

This ruby-and-gold necklace pulses with unholy power.