The Deck of Shadows is bound to other dimensions through demonic blood magic infused in the wood, and the eldritch essence woven into the vivid paintings on the cards.
The Sextant of the Soul is a potent magical artifact that can only be found within the dreamscape.
The Stilling Potion is employed by mercenaries and necromancers alike; a potent concoction that makes the imbiber seem dead for a certain period of time
This Herbal Potion was made by Marcaine, a herbalist renowned for his penchant for making all his potions intoxicating in one way or the other
The Korinthan Master Thieves employ the Cracker Powder as a form of safeguard: An alarm system warning them of approaching guardsmen and their like
The Korinthan Master Thieves often employ this extremely potent acid in their nighttime activities.
The Malisso Cabinet is an ordinary piece of luxurious furniture, but one that might create a lot of trouble for its owner.
Once these tabards were worn by the traitorous bodyguards of an elven Prince. The circumstances around their betrayal of the Prince has given the tabards paranormal abilities.
Even though the Gods struggle so, their achievements are temporary at best.
For all beings must dream, and within those dreams dwell the Dreamer.
Come then and succumb to the lord, come then and enter the realm of sleep.
Come then taste the nectar, made of the tears of the dreamer.
-The 5th verse in the Book of the Dreaming Cult
One of the toys of the ruler of the lost realm, the music box of Mordalin gives great powers at an even greater cost.
The party has found the source of the strange creatures roaming the countryside. The rift in this reality glows with a silver hue, rippling with the wind but never moving. They step through and are immediately assaulted with the scent of rotting meat, some have to muster all their strength not to vomit. Strange cries similar to the beasts the party had faced before can be heard in the distance. Looking around, they see they are in a forest of grey and red rather than the normal brown and green. The trees are sticky to the touch and writhe, perhaps to get away or perhaps as a warning.
The deeper the party goes, the more the forest seems to slither and move underfoot. The cries get closer and more numerous. Creatures lurk in the shadows, all the same color of their surroundings. Whatever the party came in here for, they had better do it fast.
The forest of flesh is waking up, and it is so very hungry.