A dagger fashioned from the claw of Pariah.

"The scorpion Nine-Eyes is known as "The Terror of the Sands" for good reason. Her tail can pierce the strongest armor, and her poison melts flesh in seconds." - Field Notes of an Unknown Iron Wolf

A tool of ritualistic torment, feeding hatred through pain. A wicked implement in stark contrast of the former beauty of the Temple of Life.

Even removed from the demon's body, the eye continues to weave its hypnotic patterns.

The handle of this white-hot mace bears soot marks in the shape of a clenched fist.

"While the origins of this accursed blade are lost to time, there is no question that wielding its dark power leaves an indelible stain on one's soul." - Barrett's Book of Implements

"So skilled was Abe-Mari at divination, they predicted the date of their own death; a skill that proved so ruinous that no mage since has attempted the feat." - Excerpt from Secrets of the Mage-Clans

Lacuni have been observed taking enemy weapons and turning them against their makers. Relentless use has eroded this blade. Its only distinctive detail is the indelible stains of man's blood.

Seek not the sorrowful cries from the wilds. Tales speak of a rotted wight, lost to eternal, unending hunger. She weeps as she devours her wretched offspring. Forever yearning, forever unfulfilled.

A heavy mace torn from the body of a Finger Mage, still thrumming as if to an unnatural heartbeat.

This unadorned spear bears the marks of many battles, yet still feels as sturdy as the day it was made.

The most cunning Nangari revels in wearing human skins. Their favorite forms are beautiful maidens or joyous children. Their masks look flawless, but shatter as the unsuspecting draw near...

This massive sword's edge grows keener and its promises of power grow louder with each life taken.

"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 scavenged piece of jewelry fashioned with cord to form an oversized collar.

"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 Captain was bleeding from at least three bite wounds, sweating from the poison and barely able to walk, but he never stopped searching for his lost comrades." - Eulogy for Captain Willcocks

"Dregs do not sleep - they cannot. The pain keeps them awake. For every pus-filled fissure in their skin, they feel a thousand blades, every morning and every night." -Sihek

"Favored by Pitiless Gur, this heavy armor remains painfully cold to the touch, even in the hottest of climates." - Barrett's Book of Implements

"Those who came before shall bear witness to your deeds." - Inscription on the hilt

Those foolish few Monks who abuse their training for personal gain are banished from the Floating Sky Monastery and forced to wander the harsh and unforgiving lands beyond.

"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

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

"Unhand me, filth! A single drop of my blood is worth an ocean of yours! Within it churns a power you could never hope to understand!" - Lord Eònan, last words

"Dearest Will, this ring is like my love for you. Both have no end. May this ring keep you safe and help keep me in your heart during your travels. - Lucya" - Inscription on the band

A wrapped circle of tiny vines, perpetually growing and decaying as if the golem it came from still clings to life.

This nondescript ring seems to be perpetually dripping water.

Even the slightest touch leaves painful splinters burrowed in the flesh.

A malformed collection of bone, flesh and a strange, hardened ichor, this ring-shaped object almost seems to have been grown, rather than crafted.

A collection of bones kept by Skar's Scion, imbued with the great crab's might.

A powerful relic once belonging to Jazreth the Summoner, this staff was thought lost forever.

Pulled free from the remains of a strange stone golem, this tablet has some measure of natural power still bound within it.