A magical place of weapons and armour beyond mortal imagination
A traveling scholar, digging up the roots of totemos that he encounters.
Set of steam-lined gloves with in-built warming circuit.
A material with strange physical properties that can be used for a variety of tasks.
The road has never been more than an overgrown mud track, little travelled and little cared for, petered out to nothing more than a flattened earthen line, barely distinguishable from the rest of the landscape. The soil is dark and fecund and dark oaks stand like sentinels at the forest edge, their branches high and leafy. From them hang grizzly human bones, skulls and shiny precious stones. Who put these strange totems there? Are they warnings? Do the PCs dare to take the stones?