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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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