Bluest of sapphires; the ice-cold jewel. From its hoary breath flows the bitter winter winds. The Lady Karina sits there for all eternity, looking deep into the eyes of her lover.
The three sacred relics of Ahkti.
The relic of an old Sorcerer, the Glyph of Tarnos Krae is a window into the past.
Once the source of power for a cult now scattered, this item acts as both sacrificial altar and food grill.
An item revered by the Serenia and reviled by the Fasceti.
Inspired by #35 from 30 Benefits to owning a pet crocodile.
Because somebody had to.
Walking through the alleys of the docks district of town, you hear an old, mad beggar calling out for alms. He claims to be a god, cast out from heaven and stripped of his powers. The party passes, tossing a few coppers to him. In thanking them, the madman refers to incidents in their childhood or distant past which would have been all but impossible for him to know.